struggle….kick….scream….scratch.
i’m stuck….can’t get free…..let go.
scream….push….punch….don’t.
RAPE!!! RAPE!!! RAPE!!! RAPE!!!
grab…. squeeze….bruise….hurt.
i can’t think….can’t think….no.
why….no….please….don’t….why.
RAPE!!! RAPE!!! RAPE!!! RAPE!!!
it happens everyday. but why?
it’s happened in every way. but why?
no one knows, except for the guilty.
what can be said to the victims?
can anything make them feel normal again?
or are they fucked once more?
i had a friend that was raped.
raped by someone who was supposed to love her.
but when her love wasn’t a verb he made it one.
brute force….overpowering…..deadweight.
hands bound….head down…..a muffled sound.
the sound was that of her last breath as he left her.
he left her for dead. he didn’t expect her to live.
she probably wouldn’t have if not for me.
EMS….horns….screams….sirens.
tears and blood all over. and alone in the darkness,
one dreary night. i happen to stumble across a guy.
the guy. calmly i approached, brandishing a snub nose 9mm.
run…..faster…faster….he trips.
struggle….scream….scratch.
kick…..kick….kick….kick….kick.
i didn’t need the 9mm after all.
blood….tears….sweat.
it was over within minutes. he had went limp.
i didn’t care, icontinued to beat him.
the next morning the news had thought,
they had thought that it was a madman.
partially right, but it was deserved.
this is how justice should be dealt.
however, she still never seemed the same.
and for that, for that their’s no remedy.