Escape

Some things need only be read to fully be described...

I see my young face in his
careless, hungry eyes.
His enormous body too close,
I stifle my cries.
I struggle against his weight,
and I know:
innocence is dead.

I break away, but not before
I lock myself in this closet...
The memory fades after time:
the mind thankfully seems to bury the crime.

As it reveals itself once more,
I look into your soul, unwillingly judging:
you are monstrous, disgusting, unkind.
Hatred swells within me, along with anger
like small winds progressing
into a destructive tornado
- a consuming fury.

My ignorance has devoured my humanity
and a shadow of me remains.
The small speck of a happy child I desperately cling to
is now dwindling as I let go of the last of my growing pains.

I simply yearn for escape...