1524: Three Sides to a Story

Part One The part every victim can relate to, the one the accused pretends doesn’t exist, the one prosecutors pray will win the case, and the one defense lawyers hope never see the light. It’s ironic, my face to the ceiling, looking for God’s salvation. This time, there is no immediate response to my prayers. He leans in for a kiss, yet my lips lay dead like the rest of me. My mind runs rampant, thoughts running into one another. While my face gives birth to still-born emotions. His sweat drips onto my lip and I taste the betrayal, I taste the pain my face cannot show. As I squirm to get free, to free myself from his restraining arms, he says, just take it. And I do, I take the betrayal, I take back the two plus years, and I take the pain. I take it all and hide behind my face that gives birth to still-born emotions. Part Two The part every victim says is filled with lies, the one the accused hope they’ll never have to utter, the one prosecutors pray doesn’t fool the jury, the one defense lawyers hope will fool the jury. Peering down, I look into her eyes, whenever she gives a chance. Every thrust was filled with passion and love. As she squirmed, it just didn’t feel right. I wish she’d just take it and smile for me. But really, it’s all the same, whether or not she participates. I just need this nut, I just need this bust, it doesn’t matter if I lose her trust. Where did the love go? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Part Three Just the part no one really listens to, the true judge. She knew me but he doesn’t. Her eyes stay fixed on me but she doesn’t even notice I am here. I watch her dead eyes, see her soul blacken, for second I believed I was losing her. Every thrust, her eyes die a little more. The room smells of sin and his sweat is wreaked with it. When his sweat dripped on her lips, her face slightly shrilled with disgust. Through him, Lucifer told her just take it. She took the pain, the betrayal and the humiliation but left the sin to him.