I lay on the church pew, my bare back sticking to the cold wood
I feel his hands on my body, stroking, caressing, burning
I cross my legs as hard as I can, resisting his touch
I clench my knuckles, my nails dig deep into my skin
I squeeze my eyes shut, the tears running down my face
I am silent, my face the picture of a noiseless scream
I catch the shining glint of the holy crucifix in my eyes, I see His head hanging low
God weeps.
