You Don't Win
Dear Predator,
You took my innocence-
Ripped it from my clenched fists
And tore it to tiny pieces
As I looked on in horror.
You left me confused and lost-
Hoping that was the end,
That you would leave
Because you had what you wanted.
But you came back-
Each time with more force
And fury as if I was the one
Who stole from you.
You controlled me for weeks
Which turned to months
And then years-
Until now.
Now I stand before you-
Strong.
I forged armor against
These atrocities you caused.
So I am writing to tell you
That you do not win,
Nor will you ever do so.
Because while you are
Consumed by greed for flesh
That you have no right to-
I will be looking on from the sidelines
As you lose your humanity piece by piece
Until you are reduced to
Nothing.
Sincerely,
No Longer Your Victim
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