RAVAGED

I remember,

that cold chamber of lust,

that made me covered in rust.

I remember that cold night- evergreen.

The night I lost my voice,

The hour my eyes let tears dance down freely,

the minute my lungs failed to help me breathe, 

the second I inhaled his smell of bestiality.

I lost my soul- without strength.

My clothes in shreds,

My body in pieces,

My life just as wilted petals of flowers.

The night I lost what made me feel whole,

The night I lost what I cherished,

The night I felt the weakest,

The night I had the urge to kill.

This night I smelt death, saw death, everything seemed to have the colour of death and the sounds around followed me with scorn- death's mocking laughter. Pity's sneer.

He came,

He tasted,

He ate like a hyena,

Grunted like a lion, howled like a wolf,

Left me like a vulture.

I'm spread naked, all open, pain stinging, like a slain sheep in its own blood.

My thoughts couldn't comfort me,

My feet wouldn't respond.

Only my eyes knew I was too empty to cry more.

Give me a chance to kill,

For his death will make me heal,

I have no strength to go down this hill,

But I have the strength to throw you off this hill.

Stigma abound,

Pity afloat,

Emptiness within,

Rejection is all I see.

Eyes wandering over me, make me recall the night

a beast looked at me with savageness- a desire that ignited him- which killed me.

For that night I was a lamb, a weak knight that couldn't defend my castle.

Melody F. Samuel