Images,
branded into my memory, hot with pain, guilt and hurt.
Images,
flashing constantly inside my head.
His greedy hands touching me, feeling me, wanting more, more and more.
Slithering up my thighs, creeping down my back, ricocheting fear through my being.
Images,
of the cold night, my tied wrists and the open trunk.
Remembrance of hot panic that hijacked my soul as I could not fight.
Images, images, images,
boiling inside of me, dying to be freed, to be told, unleashed, because I can't keep it a secret any longer.
My words cut through months of pain, endless nights of suffering, of pain, guilt and hurt.
Pain, pain, pain that never ends.