Every rapist in a made-for-television movie
has your face.
I wonder how long it will take
for me to be able to walk past
a yellow Mustang and not feel
my heart take off at a full gallop,
like a thousand feral horses
driven by fear.
Every man that has ever hurt a woman
and went unpunished is you.
And yet, I can't bring myself to cry wolf because
I am terrified that they will think
that crying wolf is all
that it is.
You're all of the worst things that the world has to offer.
I cannot think of any form of medieval torture that would ever
hurt you enough
to make you understand
how deep my wounds go
and how the scars