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!”

my pain

“You are going to die!” More pain. Lots of pain. All night. “Here we go again!”

More pain.

Rape hurts. It isn’t pretty. It doesn’t sound nice.
It really hurts.