Destruction

Like the destruction of Stagira,
I am without a home.
Immersed in tears, that are
shed in the dark, from your
brutal war against me.

Those words you spoke to me
are a foreign language I
cannot read.
Those acts against me,
reborn to me in flashbacks
and nightmares and dreams.

I will, one day regain my
strength and dare you
to speak into my ear
again. I will dare you
to even ask my name, as if knowing
gives you a free hand.

Your hands and touch
will have no more affect on me.
I will fight to the end
to keep you at bay.
If blood, I shall shed again,
I will no longer encounter you,
so if I shed, let it be.

Your gift you left me
is forever............
a waiting game to
see if I should plan soon,
to say good bye to all I love.

Locked in your prison among
fellow friends; you must have a
fine time eating the state's dinner
on plastic trays with plastic spoons.

Late at night, on your bunk
with the mad noises running
through your head,
remember me and the day
you chose to rape.