A history of rape

Bite your lip,
Tighten your grip.
Hands in places,
Expressionless faces

Tears fall down,
In attempt to drown,
Caressing your thigh,
Fingers so high

Shut your eyes,
Hide your cries,
Hand is raised,
Your cheek is grazed

Feel his pressure,
What kind of sick pleasure?
Hand up to your chest,
Tighten around your breast

A scream you swallow,
Another graze follows,
Blood so warm,
Your legs are torn

Hands retreat,
You feel defeat,
You didn't escape,
A history of rape