Your smell always seemed to linger in the seams of her favorite pair of jeans Not matter how many times she tried to wash them, she could ever seem to erase, back track or wash away that smell She continues in hope that the memory of the day you broke open the only thing she felt belong to her will fade with the bruises on her inner thigh At 7:15 on a school night, you turned ****** Mary into a victim Beat her face black and blue until you discharged white Age tried to substitute **** for forced entry because she never thought "****" would land in her vocabulary Such a word burned rolling off her tongue Between her legs she remembers seeing a blood trail She thought it would be the red carpet to heaven if she stopped trying to be strong enough, stopped trying to fight this beastly creature That man died a month ago Yet the sound of my voice screaming for my legs echoes in my head when I'm locked in a room with someoone I'm afraid of locked doors and side glances, dark rooms give **** chances, I'm shaking in my own skin