The Man in the Night

The man in the night still haunts her mind's sight. She sees him the scars. They cover her arms like jail bars that remind her of the past. The cuts are deep and fast. She watches the blood run down in memory of the nights no one heard a sound. She begged him to leave but he just rolled up his sleeves, and kept on pushing his body into hers, their bodies mashing. She tried to push him back, but then the night went black. She woke in the morn to see her close now torn. She lay naked and alone, faintly smelling of his cologne. Crying inside, she never shows fear, never wanting to come back here. Now she lays awake in her bed, replaying all those scenes in her head. Letting the fear take control, Letting her bod pay the toll of the man in the night, who still haunts her mind's sight