Life and Literature

Remember the first day you touched me?  I do faintly. Your voice was coarse and smooth Your hands did not shake when it glazed over my skin The memory of sweet and clean pungent smell As you rubbed it on yourself The noise as the strokes became faster The feel of you trying your possible best to push. I try to forget but it was not the first time and today I decided not to fight back. Somehow I was starting to get used to the idea. Welcoming and looking forward to it even. Knowing, expecting and being disappointed when you were not around when I got back. I did not fully comprehend what was happening but the guilt would not leave me. My ear had heard the threatening words so much so that I wasn't afraid to tell. Instead I hated you and yet I wanted to protect you when everything I could hold on to. I was exposed beyond healing, and somehow i felt unimprisoned.

I call to you But you hear me not Biting the very bare skin Needing to awaken Time is run out Holding my very breathe Just so i can live Hold my hand Smile back at me I am not afraid of you Reveal yourself Embrace me Let us become one.