closed are my sunken eyes
tears gracefully crawl down my face
I take another straight shot of whiskey
as my head starts to race
the cigarette is still burning
and the sweet smoke tickles my nose
My body is going numb
I can no longer feel my toes
I can see my black mascara tears
as they fall onto my breast
there are scratches and dried blood
pretty purpled bruises decorate my chest
my red lipstick smeared
and hair full of knots
I shove more pills in my mouth
chasing it with three more shots
my body is beyond broken
my mind completely lost
a lesson with a price
myself an expensive cost
he was too strong and heavy
I couldn't get him off top
with his hand over my mouth
I kept screaming stop
his cold eyes just watched me
as I fought hard and cried
he crushed my soul over and over
as he thrusted deeper inside
the world slowly went dark
from the fighting and pain
I woke up bloody and dirty
from the sound of the rain
now the bottle is empty
and the room in spins
I put the razor to my wrist
and rip it across my skin
the blood paints the floor
everything is slowing down
the darkness is back again
and its now all around
The cigarette still burns
as the smoke does an exotic dance
it moves so slow and graceful
putting me in a trance
there's an empty whiskey bottle
a cigarette burning and a note
the blood is coloring the white paper red
where "I'm Sorry," is faintly wrote
I weakly smile as I stare
at the broken body I just escaped
indeed an expensive cost
for the price of rape.
Rape Victim Kills Herself
I kinda understand how you feel. For me, it was the person I thought of like my brother. It happened every time he came home from college. I was too young to really know what was happening....
A Price Paid
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2012 with permission of the author.
I kinda understand how you feel. For me, it was the person I thought of like my brother. It happened every time he came home from college. I was too young to really know what was happening. Even now I try to forget, but these types of things you don't really forget, right? He's still around. I haven't told anyone because I know nobody will believe me. The family thinks he is their knight in shining armor. For them, I guess he really was. It was just me he hurt. We still act like nothing happened, 'cause I see him all the time. It's been years since he stopped, so maybe he just forgot. I hope I can move on someday.