rape poem

image/artist: fallen angel by artist unknown

your rank breath
tasted of sour milk
a scent from so long ago,
lingering ... still
carved into my psche,
like the image of black soot
pressed into your hands' creases,
still glistening in my brain,
and the sight of your filthy fingernails -
embedded with car grease,
crawling across my trembling skin

fear: your sweet opium
SOS - i seek refuge -
a sanctum from this rape
who will rescue me?
will i receive deliverance
from you -
a restless, sexual vulture
an insatiable, hungry vortex
fear ... anger ... shame
hang thickly --
an impenetrable fog