Fractured Shell

nighttime scars and perpetual memories of pain

The night is still there.

Trapped in my memories,

and haunting my dreams.

His face is still there,

icaptured on the faces of every man I meet.

The pain.

It is there as well.

My stomach cringes at the memory,

and my body aches at the thought.

The screams.

Those horrible screams.

Ringing in my ears,

and drenching me in fear.

A child.

A reminder of your "glory."

An imprint of your dark soul.

Hollow.

So hollow.

An empty shell.

Forgotten and lonely.

My end is here.

At least this was my choice.

 

Author's Note

dedicated to Voice and all other women who go through daily pain.
inspired by Nirvana's "Rape me" and "Polly"
and Radiohead's "Nude"