Breaking In

She said no, no, no. What was heard was yes.

Blood slowly drained from the cavern

as the last sign of innocence

fades into darkness. She was trapped under the weight

of a tree trunk, almost breathless.

The trespasser's voice scraped its sound

into the crevices of her brain.

She said no, no, no. What was heard was yes.

The trespasser placed his genitalia in her face,

a face that once shined with a light.

This light was weakening. She

looked like a worn-down possum. She was different.

A woman? He slapped her in the face,

and she squirmed to be set free out of disgust and fear.

She said no, no, no. What was heard was yes.

Her wrists burned from being forced

down; trapped on her back.

She lies there, her breath deep with sobs.

Her arms were motionless strings

that were not able to fight back.

She prayed for death to come smoothly.

She said no, no, no. What was heard was yes.