A Night To Remember
A Poem By M.L. Morris
It was a quiet evening.
We were at his house.
It’s my fault isn’t it?
I lay quietly and content in his arms.
His hands gently rubbed my back.
My mind began searching.
It’s my fault isn’t it?
I got up to leave.
He forced me back down.
I could feel his weight on my chest.
I struggled to breathe.
My mind raced.
IT’S MY FAULT ISN’T IT?
Muffled screams were stuck in my throat.
I turned my head willing it to be over.
RELEASE. He was done.
He turned over.
I was numb.
I didn’t say, “No.”
It was my fault, wasn’t it . . .
A Night To Rememeber
By M.L. Morris
It was a quiet evening.
We were at his house.
It’s my fault isn’t it?
I lay quietly and content in his arms.
His hands gently rubbed my back.
My mind began searching.
It’s my fault isn’t it?
I got up to leave.
He forced me back down.
I could feel his weight on my chest.
I struggled to breathe.
My mind raced.
IT’S MY FAULT ISN’T IT?
Muffled screams were stuck in my throat.
I turned my head willing it to be over.
RELEASE. He was done.
He turned over.
I was numb.
I didn’t say, “No.”
It was my fault, wasn’t it . . .
HE TURNED OVER. I WAS NUMB. I DIDN'T SAY NO.
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