Spiced Rum and Coconut Milk don't Mix

I turned the radio to a volume that created an ambience towards my lobes
A significant wave of white noise hurried to the shore
Drowning out the horrendous screeching of your twisted demonic laughter
The voice that had haunted me for years
I filled the tub with clear boiling water to scrub the dirt you rubbed against me
I then lay frozen roses within
I watched as they floated and leaves unwind
I drizzled my hair with honey
And applied salt to my wounds
The smell was sweet but bitter
Consciously
My nose was occupied by your fragrance
A vile familiar scent that led my to hold my nose so tight that I could no longer breathe
I took a gulp from my black coffee
Scorching hot that it burnt my tastebuds
But I guess that was my intention so that I could numb the flavours of spiced rum that lingered to my lips
Cursed and chapped enough to grasp foreign scars
Phlegm glued to my hoarse throats tried to dribble into my lungs but I can not cough up the blood that is leaking from my heart
I had always been as soft as an apricot
But you
Rough as sandpaper
Cracked the coconut and scraped the inside
Leaving milk to leak
Then this is when I began to realise that I had grown up
I am no longer afraid of the monsters beneath my bed
But instead
I am terrified of the men that tore me to shreds