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One Door Closes (by Jeff Pirrello)

One Door Closes (by Jeff Pirrello)

The me after my attack
was not meant to last;
a me I don’t recognize anymore,
lost in a maze of self pity and doubt.
I’m ready to close that door.

I won’t apologize.

He took me there
and threw me in.
A pack of wolves waiting in heat
with little force and grabbing hands,
they tied me down
within a sling.

There in the doorway, I saw him stand.

The penetrations were hard;
they hurt.
He pointed and laughed and
I felt like nothing.
I wanted to scream and cry,
call out to stop.

I never had the chance to ask him why.

An hour … maybe two?
I lost track of time;
I stopped being me
and separated my mind.
Filled with fluids
both in and out,
they let me go;
told me to crawl out.

I will be fine

I couldn’t stand,
I couldn’t cry.
Nothing was left of me,
I wanted to die
I don’t know how I flagged one down, yet
I was in a cab.
Take me out of this part of town.

Just take me home.

Into bed, I made my way;
closing my eyes to the break of day.
A week drifted by …
I didn’t think I would last.

I hate you.

It’s all I could say
to the reflection I saw that day.

I’m not there yet.

Months went by.
I don’t know how,
I don’t know why.
Where had I gone?
Why didn’t I die?

Where have you been?

You came along;
You showed me how
life is okay.
You said, “We’ll take it day by day
and build together
something shiny and new.”

My Dominant force.

I’ll submit to you
my broken life,
To help me grow from my assault.
You said this was not my fault.
“I’ll be right here,” is what you said
and I’ll never get that out of my head.

Today I’m good.

I turn around and there you are
every day and every night.
You make sure to always keep me in your sight.
Because of you I’m back again;
this rape of mine
can now end.

Photography by Picsessions

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  • Anonymous

    Whew…

    That’s the first time I’ve cried in quite a while. There was so much I identified with in there, both as a writer and a victim: pain, loss, depression, redemption and the reclamation of life. Your post took me on quite an emotional ride.

    Thank you for the privilege of my being able to post it – Daniel

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