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Date rape hit the press and stayed in the number one position for several months until the War. I think, as Summer has finally bestowed his wondrous sizzling ambience upon us at last, maybe the hazards of dating, old friends and new, should come back to the fore.

Rape

2002


Heart fast, breathing controlled.

Skin flushed with excess alcohol.

Dizzy with the smell of perfume.

Music slides down two notches

As dancing brings the mood to slow.


Hazy motion, colors askew.

Pictures are lazy; imagery is crazy

With shadows creeping in.

Nothing really is the way it seems.


Blast of thunder. No rain.

'Come back to my place, you can sleep it off.'

Grateful to have no choices to make.

Tripping over the mental gates into the space

Where nothing makes sense.


Coffee time.

Drink some, spill some.

It's ok. No harm done.


'Feel sick.'

'Bathroom's through there.

Here let me help you,

I'll hold back your hair.'


Dense fog, feeling faint.

Clothes on the floor, flesh wet with sweat.

Motion swells stomach pit,

Falling through into the void of somewhere,

Scared, wary of being happy;

Relaxed - bad.


Reeling through chaos, slumped upon the floor.

Heaving hardness slamming into brain,

Desperately moving into climax rage.

Semen spilling from the plastic sheath,

J-cloth soaked in the purity of bleach.

Body lying there, moaning discordant sound.

Energy weeping into the silence of finality.


Two weeks of sun, two weeks of moon,

Disjointed images wake up too soon.

Always an 'Hello, how are you today?'

Makes it sound caring,

But something bad happened that day.


Unable to think. Unable to do.

Nothing seems right, shades of dirty hue

Mix the world into a shallow place of knowing,

Of thinking, of splitting mind into facts of what happened that day

When the old friend came over to help make a fantastic birthday.
Yet all that remains in the memory of time

Is the sense of being invaded by some one that night.


Scared, lonely, no one to trust.

Weak from crying without reason.

No physical impact apart from the mental pain,

Nothing to show an invasion took place.

All that is left is this growing certainty of violation,

And now the world looks ugly from this lonely space.


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