Black eyes and cold fingers.
Dead bodies, and limp tangles.
I laid there while you took my soul.
I died there where you traced your hands.
My sparkle and shine.
Turned to whiskey and wine.
Self love turned to self hate.
Why didn't you just kill me instead?
Because inside my head it feels like I am dead.
You have murdered my being
Scratched my inner child so deeply.
There is no bright side
There is only the right side of what you have wronged.
No words to my song.
No beat to my heart.
No luster in my eyes of Wonderous world's beneath what is the soul.
I am the hunted and you are the hunter.
Shoot me down so I have no thunder.
With this I hope you see between the lines. Sexual assault can kill someone and leave a dead shell of a human walking around. Stay strong my loves. Never let another take away your shine.