lightning silhouette

my fingers are never in the right places

your hair

a half smile

when did letting yourself imagine

become so vile?

the moonlight captures us

allowing us to be free for this little while

burnt coffee and freshly made rice

when did we get here?

never a dull moment in my head

they called the night a bore

told everyone you were a whore

but you don't even remember it

they laugh and smack ass and call it a score

but it's only your body that keeps it

bears the weight of it

the pain of it

do they know how violent their penises are?

I'm afraid most do

and that's part of the reason why they like it

now i dream of killing them

but their blood catches my tongue 

and i gag

because once more

they entered my body

without me wanting them to

even in their death i cannot find peace

so i must collect pieces of myself

until i am some semblance of renewed

but i plead and i pray

and i always remember

dead men don't rape