Stop ripping my clothes off!
I can’t breathe,
Your hands are so tough,
I can’t breathe anymore!
Stop pinning me against the wall!
I can’t scream,
My voice’s getting lower and rough,
I can’t scream anymore!
Stop pushing me to the floor!
Somebody help me,
His blood boils hotter by my resistance.
What are you doing, Mr. Man?
Now, I’m a punching bag!
Can someone hear me?
He won’t take no for an answer,
Can’t fight this monster much longer.
Not my underwear,
His shirt’s tied over my mouth,
His leather belt’s held my hands behind,
I’m as helpless as a sacrificial lamb.
Endless stream of tears,
Mixed with blood and sweat,
No? Would he at least use a rubber?
No. I see the empty sachet of Viagra
I can still be helped, is anybody there?
Deepest inhale at his first thrust
Who wouldn’t stop breathing?
Shut down mentally with no emotions,
Wished I would too physically,
Jabbing, jabbing until my soul left my body.
Should be over an hour or seven,
No pain left to savor in,
The pleasure in his eyes hit differently,
Oh, yes, a man of strength and persistence.
Devoid of all iota of senses,
Like a doll, what to live for then?
Mouth loosened, hands freed,
But still in the cage eyes can’t see.
Tried to tell, no one heard,
Skirt too short, seductive crop top,
You brought this upon yourself!
This is what a stubborn girl child gets!
Tried to share, no one cared,
It’s the way you walk!
Yes, the way you talk!
Why stay out alone after four?
Cruel responses sentenced me to death,
A ghost in the land of the living,
What hope is there for a walking zombie?
None. None. None.