Dark Tales : Poetry

Anonymous: Rape

I tasted freedom one time. 

A party meant for seniors called out,

It beckoned through the wind, 

Whispering, promising, soothing.

I went out the window. 

The sun was gone and with it my parents consciousness. 

I walked. 

I put one foot in front of the other, sealing my own fate.

The taste of newfound popularity made the night air sweet.

Chaos blared, people blurred, alcohol burned. 

I only knew a few, fresh meat just like me. 

I had never thought of that term quite so literally. 

My eyes locked with HIS almost immediately. 

Ice blue and a tilted smile.

I knew HIM. Only in name, HE's at the top.

I smiled back, my face burned with disbelief. 

It took no time for HIM to come up to me. 

HE smiled as he held me. 

This beautiful stranger who's face I knew so well.

HE played with my hair and listened when I talked. 

Naturally I agreed when HE asked for a walk. 

It happened fast. 

They never heard a thing, HE led me far away.

I learned very quickly who had control.

My body was taken while my soul laid bleeding, 

 No means nothing to deaf ears.

My voice broke, I couldn't scream aloud anymore, yet my mind never stopped.

I grew as deaf to my pleas as HE was. 

I closed my eyes to the pain,

Im no longer struggle yet HE held me just the same.

 I was painted in my own blood and bruises.

I was a picture of HIS ruptured desire and unwarranted advances!

My body was a canvas for empty declarations and stolen innocence!

HE left me there amidst the leaves and torn clothing.

Tomorrow HE will enter the school, people will call out his name in praise. 

HE will carry no guilt no shame. 

I will be forever changed!

I laid there. 

For hours I stayed.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun had returned. 

A new dawn greeted a new me. 

"Welcome to high school," it sung. 

I hold my thoughts to myself. 

Keep my mouth shut. 

I learn the truth. I am one of many. 

HE carries none of our names, yet HE has ruined us all. 

My feet carried me to the party and they carried me home. 

I took a shower, until I was covered in fire, 

Yet I felt HIM still.

I sank into bed knowing exactly what's been taken.

HE stole my voice, my innocence, my sense of safety, and my soul. 

I go to school and am forced to worship my murderer. 

My body lives, but I died that night. 

I tasted freedom one time.

Freedom is a lie.