Not a Sound

I flinch to hear you call my name,

The essence of my being contracts,

Rough prints glide across my young smooth skin,

Setting grime upon my pale complexion,

'Hello darling' your sinister lips speak,

Forcing themselves upon my own,

A grotesque tongue thrusts itself between virgin lips,

A blank patchy face heaved upon my silence,

Manipulated, Unclean,

Dreams of a young girl lost in a traumatic existence,

Not a sound, not a tear, not a confidence in the world,

A twitch in my hardened impure skin,

A memory at the back of my mind,

A brief exposure,

An unexpected collapse,

A scar upon my mind,

Not a sound….