Moment of Rape

Moment of Rape

 

Maybe the problem is that

I’m always stuck in the month;
those two weeks that held my heart
and choices captive in two different polarities.
 
Those two weeks,
years ago, that finished the savage
taking of my innocence;
my body at the cost of my life
my life at the cost of my heart
my heart at the cost of my hopes.
 
You weren’t who I wanted to love
and yet I do –
someone who doesn’t want me.
 
He didn’t want me either –
just wanted to hurt someone,
hurt them to their core. 

How complete the hurt,
a moment I still cower in.
 

Ariel

March 18, 2003

 

Pisces Unfinished
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