(poem about college date rape)
For little girls
Who believed in paper dolls
Were paper machetes
Made up of flat match boxes
Of the forgotten pastors
Of pastimes
You close your eyes
To pretend he’s not there
But the memories of his touch
Are too outspoken to forgive
Paper covers rock
His hands are cold and timid
He presses your face
Against his body
Pointed at your lips
All you could do is pray
That you will be able to live
Another day
Tears are flowing down
From your eyes
Covers the mark
Of black mascara
Painted on like a black moth
Scissors cut paper
The scent his body
His sweat, cold and tepid
Reminds you of ice melting
In the snow
He forced your legs apart
And forced entry inside of you
Your body pale and frail
You wanted to scream no
But it did not stop the abuse
The pain ripped out your heart
Like a sharp knife slicing a tomato
Your innocence never welcomed madness
Rock smashes scissors