Permanent Scar

At night I feel his roaming fingers,
Crawling down my spine slipping in between my legs,
Even after a year his touch still lingers,
On my crushed fragile body ignoring my pleas and begs.

In my dreams I hear his voice,
That slithering whisper sliding out between his yellow teeth,
It was our secret, his demented gleeful choice,
Choosing to hurt me, to take my innocence underneath.

I wake from nightmares,
Memories of him inside me thrusting hard,
I scream in pain he says he’ll me, he swears,
I wake sweating and crying and sacred, permanently scarred.

My scars will never heal,
Not the ones beneath the surface,
Like a slippery eel,
That keeps slipping into the darkness.