Submission Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

it was rather gentle
almost tender
the way my clothes were stripped.
silently praying that
the hands that scratched at
me, would end my life instead,
I wouldn't struggle
there would be no satisfaction in that.
my eyes shut, I never saw it coming
but I felt it
mild calloused hands
searching, stretching,
warm breath only a moments notice
from teeth, nipping and biting.
prodding and bemoaning my fragility
complacency never marked my mind
when it screamed in agony for you
and there was only fear of pain in soft whimpers
as my new role was thrust upon me
I had left before then though.
swirling in my mind
you are next to me
smiling and touching my cheek softly
you raised my head
and again kissed the tears from my eyes
'love' you said, as I began to tremble
I was leaving, fading
and couldn't answer you, because
there was nothing to say.
I am lost Love,
gone, in the breath of my suffering
There were moments, when I thought I wouldn't break
In the end, there really is no reason
to attempt living
only to die folded in upon myself
bleeding and bruised
pieces of me, used and discarded
in the depths of night.