TW:Implications of SA
The rain was comforting.
I laid flat against the bed, your hungry eyes over me like a predator.
The rain was comforting.
Your one hand wrapped tightly around my neck like a noose.
The rain was comforting.
Your other hand against my thighs, like a cobra waiting to strike.
The rain was comforting.
Your fingers inside of me in and out like knives against my womb.
The rain was comforting.
The colour draining from my face like a painting fading colour over time.
The rain was comforting.
Unable to scream like you had put me on mute.
The rain was comforting.
My vision getting darker like the grim reaper had welcomed me.
The rain was comforting.
Waking up to you still abusing my body, like I was a toy.
The rain was still comforting.
Feeling your lips against my own, like you 'loved' me.
The rain was still comforting.
You finally let go, like I had started to bore you.
The rain was still comforting.
Unable to look you in the eye like you were a monster.
The rain was still comforting.
Hearing you blame me for this like you were possessed.
The rain was still comforting.
Tears in my eyes, as I looked out to the stormy sky like I was praying for help.
The rain was still comforting.
Feeling disgusted in my body like it had been corrupted.
The rain was still comforting.
Days, weeks, months later and we don't talk, like we're strangers.
The rain is still comforting.
Constantly blaming myself, like I couldn't fight back.
The rain is still comforting.
Feeling unclean like the showers aren't working.
The rain is still comforting.
No matter how much time passes you're on me, like you were on that bed.
The rain is still comforting.
Even though I'll get over it one day, it's like you're still here inside me.
The rain is still comforting.
As I lay here in my bed cradling my own body like a baby.
And the rain is still comforting.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Kat
PoetryI'm not mentally stable and it's starting to show in my work. Have some popcorn, enjoy my suffering
