It happened again.
That dream.
That stupid.
Sick.
Horrible.
Twisted dream.
You got to me again.
You trapped me.
And it happened.
All.
Over.
Again.
Your hands traveled places.
Places they had no permission to be.
Your eyes bored into my body like razors.
I couldn't feel anything.
Then all of the sudden.
I wake up.
I wake up feeling numb.
Feeling sick.
Feeling scared.
Scared that it might happen again.
Because you weren't punished.
You were let off thinking that you did nothing wrong.
You lied.
You lied and they rewarded you.
And here I am.
Stuck.
Having that stupid dream.
Once again.
YOU ARE READING
He Broke Her.
PoetryThese are the poems from the mind of a girl who was broken by a boy. (These poems are about sexual assault if you are easily triggered please read with caution.)
