Repressed

She sits back, relaxing on her comfy pillows placed neatly against her wall
She picks up a pencil and some paper, she begins to draw
Slow gentle streaks cross the white, smooth paper she holds in her hands
But suddenly, her hand stops and her mind jams

A memory infiltrates it's way into her reluctant mind
Seeking to plant an evil of some kind
Bits and pieces form, creating a scene
Why is this happening, what does this mean?

Her room begins to spin and morph into another setting
It morphed into a room she has tried forgetting
Voices and bodies begin to appear
This is what she had feared

Three voices ring in her head
Oh how she wished she were dead
A hand covers her mouth as she screams
If only this could just be a dream

It's dark, but she feels someone ontop of her
Her vision is impaired, his face is a blur
He rips her pants off to do his deed
He was strong, she had to concede




One routing him on, one concealing her screams
She wasn't getting out of this it seemed
Tears and labored breathing was all that could be seen or heard
One whispers in her ear, saying only three words

"Just take it." Is all he said
And with that, the visions were dead
Sweating and crying, she rocked back and forth
A repressed memory, of course

A night she had long forgotten had come back
Stopping her life in it's track
She will never be the same
She was used just for their gain

She took her knife and carved her skin
She was determined to make this end
No more remembering, no more tears
No more sadness and no more fear.