Tragedy

because I am the silent nights filled with rising actions and razor blades/

invading the purity of the untouched/

counting on the healing power of nightmares and an emptiness in my heart/

this tragic climax can only be marked by the marks permanently carved into my thigh/

and the vital fluid that  has escaped the makeshift fortress I've become accustomed to fashioning has stained my sheets the color of mortality/ signifying the blood that the men made me shed for their pleasure/

I am not an epic hero but my epic flaw is written all over my inability to forget their slimy palms holding me into submission/

and I am the poster child for make-sure-your-victim-doesn't-remember-being-a-victim but being unsatisfactory does not give you the right to write yourself into my sanctuary/

leaving behind the stench of misery and the permanence of

sleepless nights