There are days when the only sentences I think in are
The broken fragments of images and memories
I remember it like it was yesterday
Two seconds I didn't think
Wrong door
Wrong place
Wrong time
No witness
Just God, cowering above me while He watched it all happen
A slam
A hand
A choke
An attempt
A scream
A narrow escape
And God watched the entire time
Didn't make a neighbor walk down the street
Where I could be seen
Didn't whisper to me that I should use the other door...

I remember it like it was this morning
I clung to my jackets my poems my
Sharp objects
I'm more scarred than you think
More scared than I thought
The day you attempted rape was the day you attempted murder
Because the girl you hit is the same girl whose wrists bled for years
Because the girl you choked is the same girl who choked herself throwing up food to make herself feel like she had control over something
Because the girl you assaulted grew up to be the girl who is haunted
Haunted every day by the feeling that someone is watching her
Haunted every day by her fear of the darkness around her that influences the darkness within herself
You stole more than my security that day
You stole my thoughts
My adolescence
My life