I didnt run

My screamed was lost in my throat somehow 

Backing up my spine to the front door of my mind

Wailing to the window of my soul as it views first hand what it means break. someone.

 

Watch me crack like shards of glass impacted with a skull

Big pieces, small ones, infinite sharp edges looking for a host to comfort them

I became that host. I became the peacemaker to all the shattered bits of soul you left on my uterus floor.

So. much. blood.

But it was warm.

 

I knew you, I was new to you, then I was nude.

Like a story that has an unsatisfying ending you changed me.

I was never meant for such gore but you made me

A silent whore.

An obedient, polite, woman girl you devored

Greedily dismembered, passionatley raped.

 

I didnt scream or scratch or struggle

Tears never met your gaze, they ran away from me

They were free, sliding down my skin like your tongue on my neck

Passing the grip on my throat and into my thighs where I bled and I envied them

 

Begging the monster never brings you peace

Only grunting as it rips you in half inch. by inch. by inch.

Beg. Bargain. Watch the door never swing open with a hero to slay the beast.

Let him ruin you.

 

Pleading you ate me slowly, ripping flesh from soul 

And you swallowed me whole

Where was my peace? Where was my piece? 

I wish death upon myself, so I may bring sleep to my repulsive frame, you vulgar slut.

There are far worse pains than death, and now I die.