| Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming. | |
| I heard the sounds of what were laughter. | |
| And expected the door to slam off the hinges. | |
| The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me. | |
| Nothing can hurt me. | |
| The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach. | |
| Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow | |
| that radiates an alarm clock on a nightstand. | |
| Hands are gripping me. | |
| The sheets are twisted, I'm suffocating. | |
| I smell nail polish. | |
| I picture my mother out in the garden | |
| on a spring day planting new strawberry seeds. | |
| The earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers. | |
| And I imagine my life as a princess. | |
| Nothing can hurt me. | |
| It's 5:47 a.m. and the sun looks as though | |
| it's just about to defeat the night sky. | |
| A battle between good and evil | |
| that rages on through centuries unnoticed. | |
| My night gown is tangled above my hips. | |
| I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood. | |
| My breasts are exposed and sore. | |
| One of them has bite marks. | |
| Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes. | |
| I try to stand up and the weight of the world buckles my knees. | |
| Nothing can hurt me. | |
| The dawn breaks and this veil I carry around for secrecy is about to melt. | |
| Something inside my veins explode. | |
| And I realize I'm not looking at a portrait now. | |
| We are all living in it |