Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming.
|
I heard the sounds of what were laughter.
|
And expected the door to slam off the hinges.
|
The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me.
|
Nothing can hurt me.
|
The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach.
|
Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow
|
that radiates an alarm clock on a nightstand.
|
Hands are gripping me.
|
The sheets are twisted, I'm suffocating.
|
I smell nail polish.
|
I picture my mother out in the garden
|
on a spring day planting new strawberry seeds.
|
The earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers.
|
And I imagine my life as a princess.
|
Nothing can hurt me.
|
It's 5:47 a.m. and the sun looks as though
|
it's just about to defeat the night sky.
|
A battle between good and evil
|
that rages on through centuries unnoticed.
|
My night gawn is taggled above my hips.
|
I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood.
|
My breasts are exposed and sore.
|
One of them has bite marks.
|
Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes.
|
I try to stand up and the weight of the world buckles my knees.
|
Nothing can hurt me.
|
The dawn breaks and this veil I carry around for secrecy is about to melt.
|
Something inside my veins explode.
|
And I realize I'm not looking at a portrait now.
|
We are all living in it
|
|
-----------------
|
Portrait
|
Aiden |