He pulled my clothes from my chest,
And pushed me down into blackness.
I chocked on my words,
Slapping his gnarly, grasping fingers.
Attempting to hold onto,
What was rightfully mine.
He had little regard for my struggle.
His hard lips fighting mine.
My words were smothered by the fear
That he aroused in my bones.
“I’m stronger than you,” he hissed.
His voice as twisted and frightening as his face.
I hated him.
I hated myself.
I longed for the fresh air of the world outside.
Let me go.
His hands released my arms…
As someone found the light.
I wanted him.
Self explanatory really…. it’s about sexual assault.