It's neverending isn't it,
This game we play.
I survive another day another year for our day.
Irony is as does best,
For the time that we had.
Yet I'd bury you lest you come for me again.
You must think about me and carry me with you.
As I carry you seven years until I am untouched by your rabid hands.
You never meant to hold me, as you said you wanted so many times.
You meant to unfold me, your word against mine.
Admission of guilt was a nice touch as you cried before their eyes,
Feigned remorse but in your world I speak lies.
She's heard the truth and believes your lies.
In this story, damn it, Alexander.
You are the bad guy.
YOU ARE READING
Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
