Mercy

You never threatened harm, but you caused it.

Not in broken bones or hearts, not in death or betrayal.

But you touched my body and raped my soul,

reached into my mind and took your memories,

but left the fear, so later it would haunt me.

You repressed the deepest parts of me, so

you could make it out unscathed. Now,

so many years later, so many miles away,

memories flash like lightning bolts.

I know your lies and taste your deceit.

I feel the rasp of rough fingers on the core of me.

I hide the scream in my throat as you touch me,

over and over. You're gone but your ghostly self still remains,

raping me, shaming me, silencing me.

In quiet desperation, my soul screams mercy.

Have mercy.

Please.