All I want is to be free.
free of the demons that haunt my nights
Laughing in glee as my eyes droop down.
His face fades into place like the cheshire cat.
He laughs as I cry, it has begun
As his face appears strong and mine is now weak.
I shout out, “NO! NO! I don’t want this to be me.”
But no sound comes out
His hand strays up my neck and places his lips upon mine
I cringe away but his hand is now a prison.
Frozen solid, A statue
Souls fly, yes they do
Mine detached, not wanting to feel.
He rips down my walls with harsh movements
And replaces them with memories of lost firsts.
With a smile of glee he whispers “sexy”
As if that will make this nightmare end.
With his sandpaper hands he takes my frozen body
And breaks it,
He says, “it’s okay” and makes sure I know I am “protected”
he states wickedly as his arms take me
I gag and choke
He moans and groans
Is this what love is?