The Rape Poem by Robert Mestre

Innocence.
Stolen and replaced
with callous hands
and drunken breath.

Mongrel drool,
sour putrid sweat,
maniacal panting
with horrid threats.

I can't fight anymore,
hand over mouth,
Silence............
PIERCING, STABBING PAIN.

Bone shattering screams
within my head.
What did I do......STOP!
What can I......PLEASE STOP!

Torrential tears fall
on muffled cries.
Dear Lord please make this...
All motion stops,

More than just his weight
taken away.
A tiny broken soul
just eight years old.

All because
I was playing
alone,
And he saw me!