Pain. Agony. Fear. Loathing.
I twist my body right to left, desperately trying to get away.
I still feel his hands slithering like snakes over my body.
The sound of his zipper in the stillness of the night sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
I open my eyes, drenched in sweat.
When will it stop?
When will the dreams end?
I still smell his putrid breath, like sour milk as it bears down on my lips.
His calloused fingers ripping at my gown.
His hands touching.....
Two years have come and gone.
Why can't I forget?
Why can't I move on?
I can still feel him, hovering.
The cold blade against my neck.
I can still feel the warm trickle of blood as it falls down my shoulders.
I still see those eyes.
The dark, pitch-black abyss staring back at me.
Evil in those eyes. Hatred. Anger.
Tonight there will be no more sleep for me.
I get up and turn on the T.V.
Drowning out my thoughts
Trying to forget.
Today is a new day.
Tonight hopefully, I will sleep.

~~ by Rebecca Roach