That Thing
A Poem by TTBoy28
It holds me like I don’t
want to be held after being
raped by someone I thought
loved me
And the entire time
I imagined being naked on a bed of
warm rocks that trickled water down
and gushed like an
oil well erupting for the
first time
Wanting
to be released
my back would not tense with
strength enough to throw the
assailant off me
though now empty
inside
that warmth of invasion I carry
always
Needing not to look over my
shoulder
Needed is a way to stand
between two mirrors
to see my face as it truly
is
and then turn around
and know that
I am still there
This is my reality check
For I am not what is shown to
myself from the mirror
on the ceiling
over my bed
Unless I choose that to be
That no one can take from me