Noni

Him

His touch
Rough
Cruel
Unforgiving

His breath
Hot
Quick
Disgusting

His eyes
Lustful
Angry
Haunting

His voice
Commanding
Loud
Unnerving

I want to rid myself
Of
Him

. . .

I had never met him before that night; he was a stranger.
His smile was bright, though his eyes said danger.

I had been polite, nothing more.
He eyed my body, his personal score.

He asked for my number, I said I was busy.
His cloth over my mouth soon made me dizzy.

I woke up with a pain in my head.
I woke up in someone else's bed.

He crept in room with a smile on his face.
In his hand, clothes made of lace.

He said, "Put these on, doll, so we can get started.
Lately I've been feeling quite broken hearted."

Scared and confused, I shook my head silently.
Menacingly, he grabbed at me violently.

Down my face ran little tears.
In my heart were major fears.

He started roughly tearing off my clothes.
Saying darkly, "This is the path you chose."

His hot breath whispered in my ear,
"Surely now you're thinking, 'If only god were here.'"

"You want to hear something I'm sure you'll find new?
All of this is happening because of you."

A sudden pain set fire in me;
Making me wonder, "Who else might be?"

Who might be feeling the pain I feel now?
Burning in agony, forced to allow.

His movement became sloppy, coming to an end.
But in my mind, I couldn't comprehend.

Why me? Why now? When everything was good.
While in high hopes, thinking I could.

I could be great, I could be fine.
I could be the girl someone wished to call "mine".

Even with the light dim,
All I could see, was him.

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