We layed in bed together

Holding hands, cuddling

And she turned to me with curious eyes

Her dreads were spread all across her side of the bed

Laying beautifully

As though she placed them that way

One by one

She asked me that question

The one I

Try so hard not to ask myself

The one that makes me remember the things

I’ve perfected at forgetting

At least that’s what I like to tell myself

That I’m ok

It never happened

It was just a dream

But….

But, It did happen

And as my mind drifted off

Into that place I don’t like to go

I was lost again

Lost inside myself

And she pulled me back and repeated the question

Her perfectly shaped lips

Let the words escape her mouth

“How did it make you feel?”

And so..

I told her

With tears in my eyes

And a sudden dryness in my throat

I told her how I felt that day

That…

So very sad day

My innosence was stolen from me

He made me trust him

Even though I knew

He was no good

He brought me things

And took me places

And when I least expected it

….

He laid down beside me

While my siblings slept

And..

He touched me

Hands rough and scratchy

Against my unbruised skin

His fingers explored me

Violating the innocence that use to exist

Lying there as he did the unmentionable

I died inside

The 10 year old girl was gone

She became a woman

Broken

Ashamed

Angry

And Alone

Never to be the same

Left with this burden she’ll live with forever

Her and darkness will become familiar

She will hate to be alone

But hates the company of people

Because darkness has replaced love

And silence is her happy place

So when asked

“How did it make you feel?”

Simply,

….I feel, Broken.

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