Being raped is just one more way of saying,
"I'm weak."
Why couldn't you defend yourself?!
I taught you how to stand tall
when you were just a child!
I taught you everything from sex
to algebra!
And THIS is the terror you come home with.
You've made my life this nightmare of paranoia.
I walk these streets at night
and face my fears,
palms sweating
and fingertips that slip on the metal handle
of my home.
You brought your blood and shame,
your "damaged goods,"
and your tears.
Why didn't you fight?!
Why didn't you TRY?!
Your answer is a broken sob
that shatters the rage I'm drenched in.
I pull your quivering flesh
into a painful embrace
and grasp your neck
and squeeze.
We will bring him down
together.
End: 10:27 pm
Thursday, August 6, 2009 |