Invisible
Dark poem about rape
There they are again
Strangers
They intrude within me
Itching beneath my complexion
They slide into me
Rough
Angrily thrusting deep
And deeper still
Until I am broken
Bleeding secretively
They tear me apart from inside
Wracking my frail body with their pain
Pushing their hatred into me
Forcing it into my very being
Pulsing through my veins
Consuming
Until there is nothing left of who I once was
They will not
Do not notice
They never have
Or will
Because to them I am just another among many
Invisible
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw