rape


I truly know now,
the violation,
the void,
the raw emptiness of rape.
It is heartless theft of spirit,
A barren, mental womb,
And a cold, heavy,
necrotic heart
That you would not care
were it to stop.

It is all the Taking,
the damages.
When the Giving is over,
when you are depleted,
of what they want.
What is left you
is the rancid wind,
your value, used,
thrown aside,
suckled dry,
Blowing the sour grit
of dreams and trust
Back
to stick
on your rent flesh.

You want to scour
Your mind with steel wool,
Your skin with lye,
Your heart with novacaine.
You see your trust
Running from your heart
As if it were blood,
Viscous silver light,
impossible to hold back.