She was forced onto the bed or pinned to the floor, the environment didn't matter, the outcome was the same
His breath would graze over her neck, he groped mercilessly
Never once did she look into his eyes or made a sound
Never once did he hesitate or stop his assault
Never once did she attempt to stop him, out of fear, out of embarrassment
The tearing of her clothes, his brutal grunts
She never utters a word or makes any movement
Her head would be slightly turned away from the scene, her eyes opened, staring into space or closed, not wanting to watch this unfold
A sharp intake of breath would pass her lips as his assault began
His continuous thrusts felt as if needles were pricking her untouched skin
The agony goes on for seconds, minutes, maybe even hours until he finishes
He tosses her aside, doesn't matter, the outcome is the same
She stays immobile, on some occasions, crying softly
She doesn't know why it happens, it just does
Her body is a fortress he conquered, which now lays collapsed
Her emotions, her thoughts, scrambled
The pain she feels from the assault goes unnoticed
Never utters a word or makes any movement
The reoccurring thought crosses her mind, "Why did this happen? Why did it happen to me?"
He takes one last look and then leaves
She lays there on the bed or the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, cradling her body
Doesn't matter what the environment is, the outcome is always the same
Her innocence is taken and now she has nothing...

You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance

Tic talk lunatic,
walking creepy and scary.
Romantic click unlock with no
knocking, too sleepy to carry

The shovel.

This shovel.

The shovel is very
heavy like a rock,
makes it harder to bury
realistic-tic in time, outrunning the clock.
And to talk so simplistic is stunning; we left in shock.

Come write outright, you're right.

Come right out, write your right.

Come write outright your right.
For some succumb without rite read out to right from
being outright far from the right to play being dumb.
So it's mumble along, or remain under thumb.
We both know to be humble is wrong, when you're numb.

Come right out, write you're right.

Stumbling, shout insight;
incite doubt, crumbling.
In slight drought, the sun found dead
the unfounded site gets ahead.
I am astounded by the blood being shed,
when it sounded like the flood
all along was simply dread.

Everything is all inside your head.

But that was wrong, I limply said.
But you were strong. I see instead
that I belong back in my bed,
to track a song I wrote in red
before it's dead. And there I bled.
While I said,

Everything is all inside your head.

There is no life left here
Just the hollow roar of emptiness
These bitter bones tremble in the lonely howl
of a barren soul
Broken, withered to dust
The shape of what once was
What used to be but never again
Charred shadows of the past
Dried up and blown into memory
Nothing left to give
But to give up the ghost
Put away the haunting
Of what will never be
Pull up the anchor from the shores of yesterday
Float it away on a new day's current
Press on, forward
Ever forward into the breaking light
Of something more

I know you're bad for me
no, scratch that
I know you're killing me

Each time I breathe you in
I exhale as violently as I can
desperately compensating for my shame
But your dark fingerprints linger

I know that if I drink too much,
I will find you between my dry lips,
their cracks, formed by the action of spitting you out
providing inroads for your thick, stifling presence

Someone keeps writing about you in my notebook
but whoever it is seems scared to pen your name