You awake to big hands
Roughly pawing your body
Your eyes go wide with horror
And then slid shut with shame
You lay there while he finishes
Absorbing all the blame
You didn’t shout out no
Or put up much of a fight
As this all crosses your mind
You soul starts to slowly die
You don’t weep or scream
You haven’t got the strength
You slowly plod to the bathroom
To scrub off the awful stench
You scrub for days, weeks then years
Still you feel that aching shame
Now finally come the tears
You scream at fate
Rant and rave
All to what end
You don’t want to tell a soul
Not even your closest friend
They will back away
Run from you in disgust
There is no one
So it still remains
All festering and raw
The hidden shame…
March 15, 2004