Hell found me
In the tiny pieces of broken window panes,
as my knuckles bled, I felt equal pain.
In the worthlessness that was the aftermath for me
while you did your fly.
In the warm slimy liquid trickling down my inner thighs
from your forced entry, my natural wall caving in.
In the muffled sounds and silent screams I could only manage
as I felt my virtue leave me.
In the scars etched on my skin when your "ginormous" hands
tore through my clothes.
In my innocence as I happily downed the laced drink
that weakened my defenses.
In the "trustingness" of parents who took you in
and made me call you uncle.
In society's noncommittal to my plight and that of many like me.
Hell found me in my naive, vulnerable self
Now my dignity is ablaze.
Ayodele, @itz_aweezil
