Your Toy

There's a trigger warning on this one.

By Ruth StewartPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

You told me you could rape me again,

That your hands are still strong.

Your hair is white now,

But you are still menacing.

I shout, “Leave me alone!”

You let go of me.

Somebody heard.

How did she never know?

How could she have been so blind?

Would shouting have worked all those years ago?

I didn’t believe she cared.

Maybe she didn’t, her home and life invested….single motherhood, not again!

I wasn’t important.

You are dead now.

But thoughts and dreams plague me, still.

Ruth is disabled - ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia. Pro-women, always. Married with adult children. Dog and bird parent. Lives in Scotland, UK

"In a world where you can be anything, be kind." Caroline Flack

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