by: Kelly Gorman
I felt like a torn page then
around new paper
Not quite like everyone else
Jagged edges on the inside of my mind
Pieces of a puzzle that will never be put together right
A drink. A drug.
Then, “SLUT!” “BITCH!”
“You are going to die!” More pain. Lots of pain. All night. “Here we go again!”
Rape hurts. It isn’t pretty. It doesn’t sound nice.
It really hurts.