Do you even realize how much you hurt me?
How much damage you have caused?
And you have the audacity to come back
After two whole years of torment
Two whole years of fear
Calling, texting, messaging, stalking,
Your sly slick smile still slithering in the dark
Will you ever stop?
I remember the the feeling of the cold hard floor
against my bruised bare back
and the smell of cinnamon that lingered
on your sweat glazed skin.
I remember your calloused hand over my mouth
to muffle my sound
as you forced yourself inside me
your deep set brown eyes baring into my soul
your venomous words like poison.
I felt like a prisoner inside your world
having no self outside you.
Living off your compliments
Dying from your criticism.
You became my reason for being.
Just hearing your name brings it all back
Your white knuckles still hot
thrashing through my scratched up skin.
Bare back Bleeding
Hair pulling-name calling-
Beaten, battered, broken, and bruised.
Tattered and used.
This shadow of a girl is what I’ve become.
Do you even care?
Yet Standing here on my front porch,
You have finally found me,
And you’re not here to play games.
Smirking at the sight of my terror,
You caress your hands around the nape of my neck
Your grip getting tighter and tighter.
And the cycle continues
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