Men like him are starved vultures.
Your dignity hangs like a speck of flesh on brittle bones
after a ruthless devouring.
Every touch is like poison that makes you want to wither away.
And the river that once flowed along your veins
now become glaciers that you could not thaw.
Eyes wild like embers, your heart had sunk to the darkest cavern of your chest.
Your consciousness detached from you like the last breath of hope that once lived in your lungs.
You resisted so much for so long,
Kicked until your shins burn,
Scratched until your nails are deep enough to puncture the skin that had stake a claim on you.
and he still took off his clothes and
like it was nothing more than unholy ground.
He was a parasite, the worst kind.
He always has the need to feed off of your warmth to nurture a rusting furnace that had long held nothing but soot.
He deserves to rot in hell.
Burned with a raging fire.
Stabbed with a thousand knives,
Drown in the unforgiving tides of the ocean made of tears,
From all of the girls he's ever violated.
Maybe then, he'll understand what pain really is.
How torturous it is to be so helpless.
How terrifying it is to become a target
On the basis of your clothing,
the number of people you have slept with,
the nature of the work you do,
Or your state of consciousness.
Men like him do not deserve to be pardoned.
You deserve to have the healing that you need.
You should never have to feel ashamed
His cruelty do not disqualify you from demanding love, forgiveness, security or care.
You are more worthy of love now than you have ever been before.
