After the rape
the world tilted at
an odd angle
like a broken neck.

The sun still rose, I still
breathed, walked, spoke;
but there was an
impenetrable layer

between me
and the world
between me and myself.
No one could see it.

I was dimly aware that when
I tried to touch the surface of my life
it was like rubbing
a cheek numbed with Novocaine.

My fingers can feel the skin
of my cheek
but my face does not
recognize the touch of my own hand.


Image Credits: scarlet.keiller

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