Masterwaiter

You waited around the corner

those green crimson walls

blood leaked in my brain

words spilled out of my mouth as you dug for them with your teeth

it was almost as harsh as your hands diging up into my middle

how far would they reach.

I want you to understand the thoughts that reeked from your abuse

those tourtured days and nights

dreadful days of school

always there

doors didn't have locks

my body always seemed unlocked.

why did you use your hands

why did you torture my body

why did you kiss my lips and shove your tongue in places unnamable

why did you slice my throat

for crying out loud this is a letter to the world

NO ONE EVER LISTENS

not even you stupid scholarship.

Here is a cry for those who are sexually abused

all to ignore

not to make you guilty

but to plead with you that we understand

realize...that I too have been there

and suffered that very same instance, 

but yet only with a different man.

but again you choose that girl who writes about flowers

and not the one who has suffered

the death of each petal.

-art