mind prisoner

When I am left unacknowledged in a room for too long, 

my mind whips me away

to that dreadful night. 

Back to my motionless body

to your cold hand moving itself along my side.

And your firm grasp around my neck

helplessly my delicate bones were crushed under your greed and sin.

I was blinded by your weight, 

and when you finished, 

I was too ashamed to look.

 Did that really happen? Maybe I'm just high. No one will believe me. How would I even tell? That would be so embarrassing! Just stay quiet. Maybe it was your fault. You wore the red shirt with the zip up jacket, and nice perfume. 

Maybe he thought you said yes…

 

So I am silent. 

Stripped of my words, torn of my thoughts. 

All because maybe

You thought I said yes