A toxic cloud, a phantom, assaulting—please
don’t—as she lay in my arms—sleeping—
it has her—why won’t you
stop? As she twitches.
As she yells out. Unconscious. Please!
Stop! Please don’t hurt me!—as I clutch her,
as I whisper: No one will hurt you.
Not while I’m here.
But I’m wrong. Because she can’t
hear me, and I know it.
She just kicks. She just begs. She just cries
out from nightmares, again and again:
Please don’t hurt me! And there’s
nothing I can do to stop it.
Her rapist is always here.
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