I sit here
There's silence all around
I hear an occasional snicker
But that's the only sound
I wonder and wonder
In this obscurity unfound
I relive my nightmare
My thoughts start spiraling
Making my lungs gasp for air
The pain sends tremors down my spine
As I utter a silent prayer
There are voices that I can hear
Talking in the distance
Lips moving, hearts racing
Stop with this futile insistence
They turn towards me
I can no longer see their backs
But I glare at their distorted faces
As they begin their attacks
First he whispers
Hush don't make a sound
Then he sneers
Causing me to squirm as am bound
He takes off my shirt
And then reaches for my pants
I was dressed ‘appropriately’
Yet before me a rapist stands
He looks at me
With apologetic eyes
After a moment’s hesitation
His hands run up my thighs
I hear a thump and turn my head to look
Another one has fallen to the floor
While she retches in trepidation
He slaps her face and yells whore
As I waver between
Day dream and daylight
A twinge of pain brings me
Back to the circle of people I sat amidst
All of us unstable and queasy
One raised an arm
The other let out a plea
I won't tell anyone
You can count on me
And so after months of solitary struggling
there was light in this monochrome life of mine
As I knew they'd help me paint over my scars
With the color of courage this time
Author Bio:
InaYat Thakur is a 16-year-old assiduous teenager who considers herself to be a poet and an environmentalist. She loves romantic dramas, pop music, and ballet. She plays the piano and loves to paint. Her life goal is to someday stain the hearts of many with the ink of her pen.
There's silence all around
I hear an occasional snicker
But that's the only sound
I wonder and wonder
In this obscurity unfound
I relive my nightmare
My thoughts start spiraling
Making my lungs gasp for air
The pain sends tremors down my spine
As I utter a silent prayer
There are voices that I can hear
Talking in the distance
Lips moving, hearts racing
Stop with this futile insistence
They turn towards me
I can no longer see their backs
But I glare at their distorted faces
As they begin their attacks
First he whispers
Hush don't make a sound
Then he sneers
Causing me to squirm as am bound
He takes off my shirt
And then reaches for my pants
I was dressed ‘appropriately’
Yet before me a rapist stands
He looks at me
With apologetic eyes
After a moment’s hesitation
His hands run up my thighs
I hear a thump and turn my head to look
Another one has fallen to the floor
While she retches in trepidation
He slaps her face and yells whore
As I waver between
Day dream and daylight
A twinge of pain brings me
Back to the circle of people I sat amidst
All of us unstable and queasy
One raised an arm
The other let out a plea
I won't tell anyone
You can count on me
And so after months of solitary struggling
there was light in this monochrome life of mine
As I knew they'd help me paint over my scars
With the color of courage this time
Author Bio:
InaYat Thakur is a 16-year-old assiduous teenager who considers herself to be a poet and an environmentalist. She loves romantic dramas, pop music, and ballet. She plays the piano and loves to paint. Her life goal is to someday stain the hearts of many with the ink of her pen.
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