It’ll be over soon

He held me still by the arms…

Running his hands through my hair…

Bringing them down to my lips…

A tear crawling to his fingers…

His body pushing me farther behind,

His lips on my neck,

I tried to scream,

I knew he couldn’t hear me now.

Tearing my innocence,

With his bare hands and skin,

He looked at me for a moment,

He held me close, so still.

Lost in his trance state,

He forced himself on me,

The curtains flying to the breeze,

Red covered my wounds.

I stopped trying to run away…

I moved to scars as I held him…

I heard him smile…

‘Don’t rape me’, another tear fell…

He had whispered to me then,

‘It’ll be over soon’

It isn’t… It never will be…