Today I'm ok.
Going through the motions, yeah-
but surviving it.

No closet this time
No going numb, blacking out...
I don't have to hide.

I used to wonder,
did my ex-husband rape me?
He saw it different.

I went back last night
Post-Traumatic-Stress my ass.
hmph; it was my ass.

It was anal rape
I'd only wanted to please
-it wasn't enough

Zombies can't catch you
When you're a "girl on the go"
They lurch far too slow

Struggling, panicked. I'm
Tossed through the storm with anchors
clasping to my legs