Spots speckled my vision and
darkness threatened to claim me.
Sightless eyes see all.
I was drowning in a lake,
deep and dark, open waters with a billion twinkling stars floating overhead.
But I was not me. I am not here.
The voice that came through
me wasn’t mine, but the man who held me by the throat in a choking hold was not
unknown.
He is catalyst.
The bludgeoning of my body was
fractured by an emotionless rape, an effigy of sightless vision that would not
be contained or controlled.
They are coming.
Water spilled over the sides
of the tub, waves broken only by the floor upon which they fell.
He did not see me. I did not beg.
I did however, reach for him.
It hides beneath the stone.
He has promised to protect me
from any who would do me harm, but I do not know who will protect me from him.
I am his.
