The Thief
Are you blind?
How else could you miss the death in my eyes
The void where my soul should be?
You force yourself upon me
Ragged, heavy breathing
Sweat dripping down your broad nose
Splashing on to my cheek and mixing with
My silent tears.
Are you deaf?
The metal springs scream in protest as you crush me to this once familiar surface
They are the voice I can’t seem to find
I run through the corridors of my whole self
Searching in vain for a simple hum, a whisper.
My arms are no longer connected to me
They lie limply on either side of my body
Which has betrayed me.
I can’t believe you don’t hear the screams bouncing around in my skull
Clawing desperately for a way out.
How dare you?
You leave with a flourish of your zipper
Broken, numb, unable to think
I blindly fumble for my shirt
Crumpled in the corner
My pants, tossed under the bed
I stumble
Down the stairs
Out the door
Into an alien planet.
I feel Nothing.
You have robbed me.
Safety, security, self-respect, trust—
Add them to my shopping list.
Call the Walmart pharmacy in advance,
Give them fair warning
Call Heaven next
Cancel my reservation
Tell my parents not to wait up
I’ll be home late.
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