Shameful Secrets

Every morning,
every night,
is another set of pills
to be forced down my throat.

I remember laying comatose beneath his body,
with his sweaty hands giving me a doctor's examination,
as his heavy breathing whispered threats
into my bleeding, screaming ears.

I wish there was nothing to be afraid of
by exposing these shameful secrets,
but there is,
and I am scared you will create
a storm cloud within me,
just to walk away
and leave me drowning
in the pouring rain.

Saffie
24

2/8/15