Metamorphosis

Night screams in colours people say

But even my dreams are black and white.

For the colors that I had dreamt of 

at a wee age of ten

was snatched away by those groping hands 

those I thought would protect me instead.

To date I feel the crawl of that roaming fingers.

To date I feel the weight of that sweaty chest

the very one where I had rested my head and slept.

But the weight then felt different

the breath familiar yet strange.

To date I feel the dreary exploration

the suffocating lusty ministration

To date I feel the intrusion

and my plea of suffocation.

To date I feel my gagged scream

and the tears of blood I shed.

To date I feel the helplessness

and pain of my innocence in shreds.

So now you see I am peeling off

Every single inch of my skin

to free my self from those imprints

permanently etched upon it.

And when you see me throwing up

the blood in my veins

know that I am trying to reshape me

for I am the blood of the one who raped me.

©srijaprasita