Cheryl Townsend
breakfast serial
²... I can remember his voice
sounded like a Jamacian drug deal
He ripped my clothes like they were
wrapping paper slobbering over my
bruising breasts as each hand treated
them like meatloaf his teeth took my
nipple like a frustrated eraser and the
blood dripped down my side the tears ran
down my face when he penetrated me like
an incision there was no anesthetics but
the adrenalin of fear I was praying it
was a nightmare that I would wake up to
only cramps when his fist hit my head like
a 5 story drop shoving himself into me
burning like a branding iron like some
infection festering inside until his pus
emptied from my every pore and spilled
with my screams that excited him as much
as the blood and then got up off me saying
it your daughterıs turn
he raped her liver
her spleen her lungs
and left his cum dripping
out of her with her life
He laughed at my choking
from his expanding in my
mouth down my throat like
a hairspray can in a bon
fire ready to explode metal
shards into me pulling my
hair back trying to rip my
head from my neck always
that laughing how I ainıt
never gonna go back before
he pissed in the blood his
foot just gave my head
then he left when the sun
started to show me his face²
