it was dark when he came,
and i never knew him
never knew why he was in my house,
sleeping with my mother
it was dark when he came,
it was dark when he brought my mothers screams
and it was dark when he came into my room,
and onto my mattress
and it was dark as he grabbed me so hard,
the bruises stayed for weeks
it was dark when he came and pushed himself
inside of me
and it was dark as he pinned my arms down
and i cried
and it was the dark that hid him
as he stole my innocence
and it is the dark,
that i am afraid of
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoesiaNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
