The After

Sweetheart, stop.

Stop trying to pretend.

Stop scrubbing your flushing skin under the scalding waters from above.

You are clean now, so come clean now

Don’t be scared we’ve got your back this time around.

All we have to wait is for the after.

That boy can't touch you now, his hands cannot soil your skin now.

His coffee-stained lips will touch you no more, and eyes can no longer scan your flesh

Don’t hide this time, my dear.

He cannot hurt you now.

So stand tall my lovely monarch

Monarch of the musing sullied ones.

Stand tall next to the ones before you and stand tall as a pillar for the ones after

Beautiful scared, suffering ones, we are here to be the light of a shared dark

This is the after and we only have a war to fight.

We strive for the after for the calm after our storm.

They cannot hold you down the same way they did once.

We are the after so my dearest one, so my tainted enchanted one, fight for your freedom

Fight and become the warrior for the after.