i still remember the look in his eyes.
The way he looked at my body.
As if i was a piece of meat.
A piece of candy on Halloween.
Like what i wanted didnt matter.

I could tell he couldnt wait to do what he pleased.
Because he knew i wouldnt be able to do anything.
Even though i said no he still pulled me into his grasp.
i was scared
but he didnt care.

he went in as hard as he could no matter how much i pleaded.
his eyes looked hungry

im still scared to this day to see that look in someones eyes.
it gives me nightmares and makes me want to cry
i never want to see those eyes again.

Everything suffers in its
Own way
The one eared cat
By my door each day
I leave him food
I’d like him to stay
But if I approach
He runs away.

Be gentle with others
Be kind to yourself
Each man has a cross
We could all use some help
And not all backs
Are able to take
Their loads
Poor soft souls
They can’t carry
A flake.