When awakened by the storm,
I cannot sleep, I only squirm
Twisting, turning, beneath my sheets
I can hear the rain as it continually beats
Upon my window on this stormy night
I listen carefully, never seeing with sight
What might I see down on the floor?
A monster? A man? The one who calls me His whore?
I can’t make it out but I cry anyway
My palms meet my eyes to wipe tears away
I then look around and what do I see?
A room darkened for all eternity
Like a fetus– I curl, beneath the linen
I start dreaming of slavery in Satan’s dominion
When awakened by a noise
I tried to stand but lost my poise
I fell to the floor and hit my head
I touched my sore, saw that I had bled
Abandoned and lonely, I fell asleep
To the silent sounds of my sorrowful weep.
~2000 (age 17)