My body is a aching, trembling,
thinking about him. How he
held my shoulders down, then used his right hand to
squeeze the life out of my throat. I remember,
He wore a red polo shirt. It might have been cute,
if it wasn’t for the way he used it to muffle my screams .
They couldn’t hear me, maybe they didn’t want to.
Maybe the blaring music downstairs was too loud,
maybe they didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t want to, I said no.
He didn’t listen none of them listened.
Maybe, they couldn’t hear me over the sound of my heart
shattering in my chest
i am trying to move on, to forgive my body.
To become myself again.
Im not doing a good job.
I am lost,
maybe, this is how it will always be. to constantly remember.
I am scared to give him more than he has already taken from me.
It’s taking time, time I
maybe need to remember how to forget.