Rape

Just your presence and I second guess my sanity
My subterfuge silently shatters,
like little teardrops sliding,
sliding down my fingers as they close
hiding but falling
...failing.

She stands still,
as those fingers peel.
She's there yet unable to feel.
White enamel puncturing for crimson.
The curtain wavers

Its all just not real.








This poem is part of a one-liner game with Dan(She provided the first line and everything else is mine). Check out her work at www.mydailyreads.blogspot.com