So here is something different. This is a poem on a very serious issue in society. It is fiction and not inspired by real events. I would have put a trigger warning but I do not want to spoil what the poem is about. Instead, I will say that the intended audience for this post is 14+.
He knows they can’t take it anymore,
And yet, he’s still torturing them.
When he speaks again, his words cut deep into her flesh,
Sending a jolt through her heart,
As her head snaps to attention.
A cold smile lingers on his face,
As he contemplates his next victim.
His eyes roam hungrily over them all,
Trying to locate the weakest.
She shifts in her seat,
Dread seeping through every pore of her body.
She can feel the waves of collective terror,
Radiating from each of them,
As they inwardly pray to be spared from his wrath.
And just when it gets hard to breathe,
He says her name,
A smug look flashing across his face,
At the panic in her eyes.
She swallows hard, knowing the worst has come,
Wishing so badly for it to be a dream.
She rises slowly,
Trembling from head to foot.
He drags her, then he pushes her,
Into the dirty, cramped room.
Her breathing quickens,
Till the air seems to be squeezed out of her lungs,
And she desperately tries to push him away,
But it doesn’t work.
He slams her down hard against the cold floor.
She’s gasping, wailing, she’s close to fainting,
But he doesn’t care.
They never do.
And then he does it.
The moment he enters her,
He has unleashed all the demonic cruelty
Anyone can ever possess.
She doesn’t gasp now, doesn’t say a word anymore,
For something inside of her breaks,
Shattering into tiny pieces she can’t put together.
She breaks, in a way she’s never broken before.
She lies there, hurt and shivering in the dark,
The sound of his maniacal laughter,
Burning itself into her memory.
She closes her eyes, and waits,
The only freedom that she is allowed.
And when it’s over, she walks out,
Into the same group who are still holding their breaths,
Dreading the inevitable, dreading what she had just faced.
They notice the lack of tears on her face,
The lack of emotion on her face.
She does not cry, not yet.
But there will be nights,
When she would muffle the howls that escape her throat with her blanket.
There will be days,
When she won’t see the sun and feel its heat,
But feel the dark closing in on her.
There will be times,
When she won’t recognize who she is anymore,
Used and twisted by a monster, lost whatever she used to be.
Lost her essence,
Lost her laughter,
She thought she knew how to handle pain,
But it turns out,
That numbness is a worse feeling.
Some wounds are just too deep to be healed.
This poem depicts a group of girls who have somehow been trapped by a rapist. The girls are powerless to prevent what the man intends to do them. The poem is inspired by a similar event that I read in- All The Light We Cannot See.
Rape is an issue I never thought I would ever write on, or have the guts to publish, but looking back on the poem I wrote- The Cold Wait, I realized I can twist the ending and it would be a great way to make a poem to address this issue. If I have a blog and a voice, if I have content that people read, and if I have the power of being heard, it would be a shame to not use it to create awareness. THIS CRIME MUST STOP! Rape isn’t just physical torture, it is something that ruins a girl forever in ways I don’t ever want to imagine. So please, spread awareness, show support! This crime just has to stop!!
I don’t have much else to say, but I’ll link a blog post. Rape- A henious crime by Riddhi @ Whispering Stories. Please read this!! Also, thanks to Tiction @ Fictionally Crazy for coming up with such a great title.