Writhing in Pain

Hazy images

Run through my head;

Images of you and I;

Images distorted by fear.

Did I choose to deface

These thoughts of us?

Why?

What could’ve caused

Such immense fear?

 

The images start clearing –

The distortion gone.

Why do I feel so cold?

I cannot stop shivering.

 

Soon the picture in my head

Is crystal clear -

I’m lying on your bed,

My top undone,

My skirt pulled up.

You’re leaning over me,

Whispering threats in my ear.

Then, you grab my arms

And handcuff them to the bed post.

I struggle to get free,

But to no avail.

You hit me and warn me to ‘shut my mouth’.

By now you’ve gotten on top of me;

Found your way inside.

I squirm and scream

But I’m silenced when you pull out your gun.

Holding it firmly aimed at my head,

You continue to rape me

With brutal force.

 

Forcing myself not to move,

Not to scream,

I cannot help but whimper.

This fear is immeasurable;

The pain indescribable.

You hit me

And tell me to ‘stop being so quiet’,

But as soon as I utter a sound,

You hit me again,

Telling me to ‘shut up’.

What kind of thrill

Could you possibly get from this?

 

Finally, you’re done.

You get off me

And run your hand across my face.

I turn my head in disgust,

Willing the pain and fear away.

You hit me once more,

Leaving me writhing in pain.

 

Soon the images are blurred

By the tears I now cry.

How could you have done this to me?

Why didn’t I fight harder?

Why, sitting here now,

Do I still feel the pain

And that fear?

Why do I sit up at night,

Too afraid to sleep?

 

You should’ve killed me then,

But instead, you destroyed

The rest of my life.

 

This hurt is unbearable;

This terror, unthinkable.

I wish you had shot me,

Then I wouldn’t have had to

Suffer through these images,

These memories,

These visual displays

Of such utter hate.

I want to erase everything;

Forget all you did;

Remove that look of pure hatred in your eyes

That has been engraved into my brain.

 

And with this gun to my head,

The images are once again distorted

In a flash of white,

Then red,

Then black…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel15January2008

 

Reviews

[I love you; just not to..]

The is such a good poem. very deep and passionalit. It made me cry. Its full of angry to.
It made me think of my favortive quote
"No tears for the writter, then there no tears for the reader"
Mean if you don't feel what you write, then your reading won't feel it.
I felt everything, and it left me in tears.
The is very powerful poem of yours.
Goodjob.

&then it becomes a tragedy

[An owl on the moon]

I cannot help but weep and my body shakes that this could be done to anyone, let alone someone so precious as you... The pain, the anger, the utter disgust drives me into the shadows. Your words are so powerful... I can only weep...

Craig