He came again this night.

Just like every other night,

My door doesn't have a lock.

And he crept in like a bug,

Laughing hysterically...wolf!

Wrecking of weed and alcohol.

I sat, shivering like a drench rat.

I was filled with hatred and disgust,

No one to cry out to.

Then he pounced on me,

Like a predictor on it prey.

This night I didn't fight back,

Unlike other nights.

Shredding my cloth, he had his way.

I lay still like a log of wood

With a heart ripping thrust, I felt him in me.

I feel bad and rotten

With every thrust I drift away,

to a Paradise of my imagination.

#i stand for antirape campaign