Inescapable
A Poem About the Aftermath of Rape
When I close my eyes I see you.
Does this mean some love between us?
You come to me in dreams -
your desire obvious.
The scar upon my breast
burns where you suckled.
I don't bother to run anymore
because you're inside me.
I smell your breath in my face
in the hot wind of August.
I can't deny the feelings I have for you
or that I think of you every day.
You climb into my bed,
unseen by all but me.
Shall I let the feelings cover me
as your body once did?
The smell of light rain on hot, dry asphalt
calls up your mouth on my breast.
Every time I hold a knife
I think of you inside me.
Every time I hear the word whore
I remember your touch.
Does this mean some love between us?
You come to me in dreams -
your desire obvious.
The scar upon my breast
burns where you suckled.
I don't bother to run anymore
because you're inside me.
I smell your breath in my face
in the hot wind of August.
I can't deny the feelings I have for you
or that I think of you every day.
You climb into my bed,
unseen by all but me.
Shall I let the feelings cover me
as your body once did?
The smell of light rain on hot, dry asphalt
calls up your mouth on my breast.
Every time I hold a knife
I think of you inside me.
Every time I hear the word whore
I remember your touch.
Published by Kylyssa Shay
Kylyssa Shay spent 18 years as a professional floral designer and has aquacultured marine life for fun and profit. Ms. Shay is a freelance writer, an atheist and an avid life-long learner with unusual life e... View profile
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Post a CommentVery powerful!