He came up to me one day-
the same one who hurt me.
I coudn't even face him,
I ran off,
distrustful of the world.
He ran after me-
he didn't even remember that day.
He touched my arm
and I whimpered.
Panic overtook my senses,
my only goal-
to get away from him.
He smiled and asked me why,
I was so scared.
How did he not remember?
That one girl he raped-
or maybe he had hurt many?
His steel grip-
on my arm.
I screamed at him
Get away, get away, get away.
The same words repeated themselves-
in my head.
My mind was racing-
"GO AWAY!" I screamed.
But he just smiled and dragged me
to his room.
I tried to fight back,
but a blindfold was tied over my nose.
"You'd better not scream, girly."
was all that could be heard.
Three men tore at my clothes.
That day-
I was raped again.
