Oh no...
Your hands, my hips.
vile beast
get off of me!
I drown in the bile of your hungry mouth,
my skin seeks to crawl away from your
rapists touch
oh, no...
get off of me!
your cigarette breath chokes me,
your weight crushes me to the floor.
Cant anyone hear
my breathless cries
for salvation?
Is this what you want, foul creature?
my nude body flinches from your
clutches,
The fumblings of a man intoxicated by some nameless drug.
Oh, no...?
I awake.
my foul aggressor,
it would seem,
the bedsheets.
I collect my pajamas from the
floor,
failing to see the eyes
staring hungrily into my room
from the window.
