and there I stood
watching her die
knowing that he will
come again to my room
without knocking
and he will take
everything he hasn't already
and that lady will ask again
how am I so brave
and once again I will stay silent
I no longer believe in god
there is only meaningless cruelty
as his fingers travel across
my motionless body
my skin burns under his touch
I don't scream anymore
she died
and her body still lays on that bed
in that house
and mine does too
