Your smell always seemed to linger in the seams of her favorite pair of jeans
Not matter how many times she tried to wash them, she could ever seem to erase, back track or wash away that smell
She continues in hope that the memory of the day you broke open the only thing she felt belong to her will fade with the bruises on her inner thigh
At 7:15 on a school night, you turned ****** Mary into a victim
Beat her face black and blue until you discharged white
Age tried to substitute **** for forced entry because she never thought "****" would land in her vocabulary
Such a word burned rolling off her tongue
Between her legs she remembers seeing a blood trail
She thought it would be the red carpet to heaven if she stopped trying to be strong enough, stopped trying to fight this beastly creature
That man died a month ago
Yet the sound of my voice screaming for my legs echoes in my head when I'm locked in a room with someoone
I'm afraid of locked doors and side glances, dark rooms give **** chances,
I'm shaking in my own skin