Laying in Bed, with a Rapist

I lay in bed with a rapist
Asking him to hold me.

His golden hair and honey voice
heck, I guess they sold me.

His silky sheets and milky manner
matched my search for comfort.

I believed for just one night
nothing really could hurt.

And when he peeled my clothes off
pressed himself inside me

I writhed and cried and fought with might
onlookers held the line in spite
of seeing obvious torment
The words I screamed were empty
NO NO NO !

and still
his tiny dick, did poke and prick
my aching bruising body.

Whence it all was over
I leaped towards the door.
leaving carnage from the night
strewn across the floor

You made the bed, The rapist said,
Don’t come around here no more.

*This poem was inspired by feeling trapped in life, tied up by golden handcuffs and not from an actual crime.