There were days I felt like I wasn't in control of my own body
Like I was a puppet
Only able to see what was happening to me
But so numb that
I could no longer feel
What was happening
What he was doing to me.
The was one out fit I had that he loved
And he'd always ask me to wear it
But after I broke it off
After I gained control
I stopped wearing it
And every time I saw it I'd remember him
But I didn't want to
But then I say that trend
Of people where the close they were assaulted in
To prove that their rapist didn't control them.
And I try'd it.
But I broke down.
Tears
Cry's
Screams
I had thought I was ready
But I wasn't
My mind still tainted by his touch
And so I cleaned it and through it in a bag
To be donated away.
I hate that dress
I hate his touch
I the way he still has control.
