Friday, March 25, 2011
The searing pain,
The quickly stifled scream;
The gasp as he enters.
The darkness reveals nothing save a form,
My struggles brings a blow whose thud barely registers;
Cause I am blinded by the instant pain of my pubic hair working against me.
My mind struggles with the information,
The form touches my mounds.
Descecrating those perfect mounds with just that one touch;
The mounds I teased anytime I passed a mirror,
But I doubt that I would ever look at them in the mirror again;
No, I won't...
Not without remembering the hands that had descecrated them.
The form breathes as if it is running a race it knows it won't finish;
The gruttal sounds emanating from it fascinates me,
This is no human, but simply an 'it'!
My mind refuses to believe the humanity of this form.
And just as suddenly, the pain leaves me,
What comes next is what I can hardly believe...
Sensations flood me, and I drown in its guilty pleasure,
Telling myself that I must be crazy to be feeling this way.
Trying to stiffle the moans escaping my throat is impossible;
I am wet against my will,
And my climax brings my guilt rearing back;
My body has betrayed me
This form is no more guilty for the guilt lies with me.
Our breathing cools off,
And the voice that says... 'I am sorry' is unbelievable;
For I know that voice.
The voice belongs to someone I have told my fears to,
The voice had assured me on different occasions;
When I had scraped my knee;
When I had cramps;
When I had broken up with my first boyfriend;
When I had a low GP in school.
That voice had told me 'it' won't allow anyone to hurt me;
And yet 'it' has hurt me.
How would we face each other in the morning?
Would I greet 'it'?
What would 'it' say to me that can rid me of the shame of our act?
Yes! My brother was no longer human.....
He was now an 'it'...
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1 comments:
wow...speechless
gruttal= guttural
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