Black Hole Forming

It is the bowie knife to my heart today. The pain so severe I cannot hear. I want to scream, but I am expected to be sunbeam. I try not to cry, but a tear forms as my chest brakes open. So many all out rapes, no mercy, no ceasing, no justice. I am impaled again and again if I even report one. The evil is so sick around me, I hear my sight, and feel sound on my skin. Touch is never loving and if I say no, they will use a hammer, a knife, or a gun. No jail time for all of these sex predators on me my whole life. I jump off the cliff today and just put it on a page. I am trapped on this earth, and I always survived to be violated again. Chopping block fodder is me, and I feel the beat of the army feet coming my way. I work with the twine to weave in the excruciating symphony of terrific pain as the paraih. I am the only one. No one feels this reality and they fake it on tv. Glowing embers burn in The North Woods tonight. A rage that cannot be contained sees its time to explode. I continue to be kind and the tears recede though the pain remains.