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Old 01-28-2017, 07:17 AM View Post #1 (Link) Nightmare
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The sun has gone to sleep
leaving the world cold and dark.
Yet I lay here afraid to close my eyes
for there will never be enough stars in the sky
to keep the nightmares locked away.

I can see the shadow coming for me again--
the cruel gleam of a devil's eyes piercing through me.
I feel his hands trail along my skin like sandpaper--
searching for their target, unrelenting.
The cold edge of a blade dimples my flesh--
a firm warning not to fight.
The blade presses deeper, releasing drops of crimson velvet
that trace the now eternally etched pathways down my body.
I hear a low growl turn to raspy laughter
as I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut tighter than a rubber band stretched to breaking.

I wish to send my soul far away from his torture,
but I'm trapped inside.
He has me imprisoned within my own body.
It sickens me--
as he enjoys my struggle, I feel him harden even more.

My body is frozen in fear
as he presses his long body against mine
and my clothes are ripped from my body,
shredding like they were made of tissue paper--
my last defense, stolen.

All the air is forced from my lungs
and sheer agony of pain pulses through me
as he pounds into me again and again.
I feel as though my insides are being
twisted and torn from within me.
My flesh is red and swollen,
ravaged from where he squeezed and bit,
determined to leave his mark.

Finally he rolls off of me
but he keeps me from moving with the threat of the knife.
He forces open my mouth,
nearly breaking my jaw as I resist.
He first invades me with his tongue
before he fulfills his release.
It is slimy and tastes so foul
my stomach churns and I throw up,
which earns me a hard slap and drag of the blade
across my face.

I pull myself back.
My body and the calendar tell me it's long been over
but my patched heart tells me it never was and never will be.
And my mind battles both
with losses all around.

I was so strong, so why didn't I fight?
Why did all my courage flee my body when I needed it the most?
How could I let it happen?
How could I let him extinguish my light?
Now who could I tell?
No one would believe me.
Time to build up all the walls again--
higher, thicker, stronger than before.
Impenetrable.

I wrap the sheets around me tighter
until they feel more like a safe cocoon than a damp body bag.
My stomach has dropped to the floor,
and my heart is about to burst like a balloon.
I gulp in air in an attempt to calm my shaking frame.
I'm almost more of a wreck now than when it happened--
it is no longer dulled by the numbness of shock and denial.

Until I feel you beside me.
Your hand rests over mine--
warm, strong, and reassuring--
reminding me I'm not alone to slow my pounding heart.
I don't have to be afraid.
There is more to the night than the undeserved, baseless, unwanted assault by criminals & demons.
You have shown me that time and time again--
the joy and the comfort of living in the embrace
of security, geniality, gentleness, and love.
Your love. Our love.
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Old 02-01-2017, 04:33 PM View Post #2 (Link) Nightmare
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This is a POWERFUL poem and it speaks volumes! At first it seemed as though the narrator was maybe scared of the dark or depressed about something. As the poem progressed the pieces start to slowly come together and I realized she was being raped. As a woman myself the imagery had me feeling as though I were in that moment getting violated, which makes the poem that more realistic. I do have one question though, who was the narrator talking about in the end? Was it God? Or maybe a friend? Or a significant other?
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Old 02-03-2017, 03:58 PM View Post #3 (Link) This post is a reply - don't critique it
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gabby9801,

Thank you so much for giving me your reaction! To answer your question, the narrator in my case is referring to a new significant other at the end. However, I wanted to leave it with just the personal pronoun so that readers who can relate will be able to link the feeling to whoever fits in their own experience.
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