January 2, 2010
By Anonymous

His green eyes look me up and down.
My thoughts race.
I have no way out.
I’m trapped.
I’m a prisoner of my own thoughts.
Spiders crawl up my arm
And I shiver in the creepy moonlight.
Hard, bitter chains wrap around me,
Immobilizing me completely.
Helplessness settles over me.
I shut my eyes, but a salty tear escapes onto my cheek.
He moves in and I try to turn away,
But his grip is too strong for me.
I try to hit him and he laughs at me.
My lame attempts to stop him are amusing.
I can’t get away.
As soon as he releases me a while later,
I run to the shower and sit under the spray,
Nothing will ever make this go away.

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