Sometimes shadows
creep up on me
like a stranger.
Like memories, the shadows slip
quietly into me head.
Pictures of blood covered hands
stain my eyes
and I remember...
You sat on black satin sheets,
empty of expression-
cold as a winter's night.
Everytime I walk alone
I feel their eyes upon me;
I can hardly bare
the urge to burst,
"Stop looking at me!"
The pigs snort up gold
and roll in their riches.
I curse the greed of lust
that bubbles under their skin.
I want to erupt,
"I hate your eyes!
I hate to feel you move with me!
I hate feeling fear
as you laugh,
knowing your power."
Trembling heart, I'd give the world
to kill the pain you feel tonight.
They raped so much more than your body-
too much more to name.
Sometimes those shadows
stay in the dark,
where all fears
and insecurities reside.
And just as quickly
as they can come,
I can shadow too.
10-14-92
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