He came again this night.
Just like every other night,
My door doesn't have a lock.
And he crept in like a bug,
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