"Breaking My Silence"

Used until the brink of tears.
A toy for groping pleasure.
I can't stand those gentle fingers
Stroking my neck for good measure.
Pressing his warm body against my own.
Arms pinned on the wall.
The smile forever etched on my lips
Hides my urge to stall.
His breath on my face.
A smell I can't stand.
He chuckles to himself thinking
I find this grand.
His hand on my a*s,
His other on my breast.
I could see by that smug look
It is all a test.
Can't he see me crawling into a ball
Covering my neck and eyes?
Can't he see that with every touch
A little bit of me dies?
If I shrink away,
His presence will only grow.
The guilt sealed my lips forever
When I did not say no.

Reviews

[R. L. Hill]

This was a chilling write. Thank you so much for submitting it to my contest. You did brilliantly, and I loved your perspective on suffering. Keep up the riveting work!

[ImagineItAll]

Wow. And wow again. This is amazing...in so many ways.