I had a flashback today
the worst kind...
the kind with sound
The bed post slammed against the wall of the bedroom
as he took himself and shoved in my innocents
I cant get rid of that awful sound, the pounding sound
as he forced his way into my soul and I screamed
The sound from the bed so meek but louder than my screams
as he pounded me harder than my heart could beat
my eyes blackened
as i lost all my strength
i gave into the fight
as the sounds disappeared
except for the breeze
of his wind against my cheeks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem