You defiled my sacred temple by breaking in without an invitation. Not deterred by the word “no”, you forced yourself inside of me. You tainted my lips with yours, you contaminated my flesh with your bare hands and left me impure, in pain, crying from the inside out by the thrusting of your sword. Unbroken by my screams, unyielding by my tears, you left my heart covered in muddy footprints. In time, I hope my tears will wash away the blackened stains that you have left etched onto me, the way I washed the physical evidence of your assault and excitement off of me that night. I scrubbed, I cried, I let the hot water burn you off of my flesh until I was raw and red.
You fail to recognize what you stole when you were done tarnishing my body, befouling my mind. The things you took from my sacred temple on your way out that you had not entered with were overwhelmingly vast. You took a part of me. You stole my sense of security, my honor, my purity, my confidence and you brought in fear and guilt to corrupt my stable thoughts and infect them with your penetrating cruelty.
Overpowering me, your eyes ingrained themselves into my mind. Now, they are the only things I see when I close my eyes to sleep at night. Your grunts and moans and sounds of pleasure at my expense implanted themselves into my mind and now in silence that is all that I hear. The sense of your touch refuses to depart no matter how many times I wash you off. I feel you in everything I touch. I see you everywhere I go, I hear your voice in all that surrounds me. Worst of all, not even the comfort of those I love is enough to drown out the trauma you have branded me with. The sacred temple of my body, once mine, no longer feels like a safe haven or even like a sacred space but a reminder of my vulnerability and fragility. Once sacred, my body now lay desecrated and the lasting impact through time has been ethereal.