...The End...

Six
Warmth coated the insides of my throat as death resonated in my chest
Swallowed answers
Took deep breaths and waited
Silent
Anticipated immediate satisfaction as the insides of stomachs contracted
Cried tears as wombs convulsed and shook sense into me
This was not how the end was supposed to be but I chose it
Sweating
Waiting against the sides of tubs as eyes cloud over with regret
Fingers numb like tongues that wish to beg for help
I felt myself
Slipping
Between reality and sleeping
Cradled arms around nothing
Held on to the emptiness of your promise
That I would not be like the other girls
Pregnant
A statistic on paper
The one who allowed society to rape her
Impregnate her with this illegitimate excuse of his deceit
This was not how tomorrow was supposed to be
So I wait for today to end
Cold
Sheets of tiles remind me of the way he entered me without consent
Suppressed my limbs and forced kisses upon my skin
He took my innocence
Dared me to cry when I wanted to scream
Fingers wrapped around my neck as his body laid in between my hell and
Free
Hands
Shaking
Tears leaking as kicks suspend and cease to exist
Red anger drips sweat against me
Teeth clenched
Waiting for the end to get me
Six times he entered me
Without permission
Six times I asked for help but nobody would listen
Six pills will give me the hope prayers no longer mention
Swallowed
The answers nobody seem to have
This man is the epitome of justice
The yes when I was screaming no
The one who was let go because I didn’t take the time to get to know
Him
But why is he the victim when his crime lives within
Me
Barely…..breathing
Heartbeats…leaving
Bright lights receding as crimson pools aren’t a part of me
Dreaming
This isn’t how it was supposed to be
This wasn’t how it was supposed
To end