R#pe

Whispers, breaths, sighs,
it seems we're stuck here,
not even making phony attempts,
at escaping.

shadows, escaping my vision,
making shapes, sizes...thoughts,
come to mind,
making me afraid, but unwilling to do anything.

i hear voices brush past me,
air with no temperature,
caressing my ears,
my neck

a touch, upon my thigh,
grazing slightly upon, the skin,
that is so scarcely calloused,
bruised, and deformed.

cradling, my heart against myself,
protecting the only thing,
that i will not permit you to take

partially admitting my fear,
as it creaps upon me,
creating goosbumps upon my skin,
my shattered breathing,

i ask for you to stop,
only to begin again,
you scarcely ever hear me,
hardly ever listen to my fears,

i want to cry,
but years of unwilling to do so,
have backfired upon me,
leaving me here with no escape.

i wish for the end,
only to begin again,
maybe i could have done something,
maybe...i could have lived.