Portrait


Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming
I heard the sounds of what were laughter
And expected the door to slam off the hinges
The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me
Nothing can hurt me
The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach
Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow
That radiates an alarm clock on a nightstand
Hands are gripping me
The sheets are twisted, I'm suffocating
I smell nail polish
I picture my mother out in the garden
On a spring day planting new strawberry seeds
The earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers
And I imagine my life as a princess
Nothing can hurt me
It's 5:47 am and the sun looks as though
It's just about to defeat the night sky
A battle between good and evil
That rages on through centuries unnoticed
My night gown is tangled above my hips
I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood
My breasts are exposed and sore
One of them has bite marks
Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes
I try to stand up and the weight of the world buckles my knees
Nothing can hurt me
The dawn breaks and this veil I carry around for secrecy is about to melt
Something inside my veins explode
And I realize I'm not looking at a portrait now
We are all living in it







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