Weakness

Just one second, the slightest change
A glimpse of a shadow that isn't there
And I'm down again.
Trapped.
Terrified.
Feeling his hands...rubbing...
Stroking...grabbing...
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

So dark that I can't see where you'll touch me next.

Trembling as you run your fingers through my hair,
Listening as you murmur how soft it is.
Shaking when I feel your hands crawl up my thighs.

I can be working and I look up...and there's a man
Same build as you, but not you
And my gaze hits the floor
So fast it practically rebounds into my face.

I hate that you've done this to me.
I hate that every time I pick myself up
You knock me back down
And I can't even picture your face.

Maybe I don't have the physical evidence
Maybe the bruising and nail marks have faded
But I live with this everyday.
I shrink from my friend's touching me, just because they haven't warned me.

You're a sick f ck.
But you're an eternal reminder of my weakness.