YOU, WHO

YOU, WHO;

I came from deep peace, to dreadful sleep

Crawling, screaming, and scraping, from the blackness

I then broke surface, gasping for air.

You, who entered my window, my bedroom, and my life

to destroy everything I ever knew about me.

You, who held the shiny silver blade tight against my neck.

You, who smelled of cigarettes, beer, and belligerence, stole everything.

I was sweet, innocent and good-natured, and going places.

You were the detour from hell, and

I never quite found my way home.

However, I will never let you own me.

You did your despicable deed and are done.

Now I move on, to better places.

Scrubbing and scraping the traces of you from my skin.

I will begin anew.

Help arrived on white horses with courses of antibiotics

and the removal of anything neurotic that you left behind.

Doctors, nurses, law enforcement, and counselors

did their best to shore up my spine and mind.

They gave me the resolve to never let you, who tried to steal me,

ever have power over me again.

Now, it is you, who has to worry.

You, who behind bars, now know the fears that grow when you try to sleep deep.