A Voiceless Woman

She can’t complain

She’s been here before and will again

The tauntings of the man daring her to try to assert herself.

Knowing she doesn’t stand a chance and knowing she knows that.

His hands go where they have before.  They always do.

She silences the cries that once again voice themselves inside her.

She knows it is not worth the fight.  She is angry the fight is still there.

Why can’t she just shut it down?  Make all the cries dissipate.

Every time.  It keeps resurging.

He is done before she knows it.

She didn’t feel a thing, but felt everything inside.

She wishes she could just shut it down, once and for all.  Why does she have to go through this every time and relive the pain?

God knows how many more he has left in him.

But it is the pain that keeps her alive.  If she loses that, she loses any reason to stay alive.  And that he wants.  She is just another one to him.  Without her, it will make no difference.

But he wants her there.  He wants the control.  That is what feeds him more than the sex.  The ability to hold her into reliving pain against her own wishes.   

Copyrighted © By Lisa Wick, 2012