The Violation

The Violation By: Connie Spector Hovering in a corner, no chance for escape I remember the fear enveloping me. I lived in a world that forbade me to be Free from the pain of reality. He approached me with kindness Though by now I certainly knew It was about to start all over again It was always in the same room. He seemed gentle and loving. Who knew he was so cruel? When the darkness surrounded me The pain made me feel like a fool. How could I let this happen again? I felt like it must be my fault. I told him to stop again and again. But he just wouldn’t halt. The ache ripped through my body As he forced himself into me. I screamed but he kept on going And I cried until I couldn*t see. The tears streamed down my face And I felt worthless and so hated. He finally finished his dirty deed And slowly the physical pain abated. He left me lying there, his smell still present. I slowly got up but felt unclean I staggered into the bathroom to take a shower And get rid of the smell of a freshly raped teen. Copyright © 2002 Connie Spector Return To: The Sept/Oct issue Survivor Haven's Homepage