Rape

-He slowly brushes his fingers through your hair. Then he slips his hand between your legs and starts to massage you. You can feel your adrenalin flowing through your veins faster than ever. Your heart starts to race. You hate this, you struggle to make him stop, but he doesn’t. You start to cry; he whispers in your ear, “Do you like that? Does that feel good?” You start to cry even more, he doesn’t stop. You are to afraid to do anything, afraid that he will hurt you. Your parents are gone, house empty. Help? None.

Reviews

[Dye]

I believe the reason you have so many views on this and no replies is because of the subject matter. A touchy subject that most don't now how to respond to. As the reader--what can I say? "nice poem", that would be stupid. I can only hope that the writer (you) is just writing, and not from experience. Regardless, you captured a very dark image of what I can only imagine happens more often than I would like to think and you did it in a way that conveyed real emotions.