Rape

Alienated and lonely, Sad and afraid. Speaking out is not an option, help; a foreign word. Touchy hands. Slimy hands. Dirty hands. Rough hands. Buttons pop, The cotton tears, loud panting; Faint cries. Imagine rainbows; What my age will imagine. Eight years ago, I was born The touching stops, zipper zips, and left alone, 'Till tomorrow morning.