i see the face in my dreams, 
in my nightmares he is king.
sharing in my most intimate 
moments is the man who has 
violated them all.  
he is there
when i am weak, 
he looms
even in my strength,
never releasing 
with increasing power
he seems to take control.  
his fists grip what is left of the 
child that he met and 
shakes her into submission.

2.

the fear inside me breeds
spilling over into every other aspect of my life.

the past comes back in waves
that I can’t  seem to get over or around.

waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare
starring at the face of a man that I can’t quite remember.