Image: ScarletteDeath on DeviantArt
You left me as you would garbage
Dumped beside the bin.
You ran off
Leaving me in the dirt.
Now I live with the pain
The torment, the destruction
My life in tatters
Not once have you admitted
You violated me, used me,
Left me in confusion.
I woke up not knowing
Why my body was bruised
Cut and scratched
My self penetrated
My clothes pulled above my head
My body exposed for anyone to see
The indignity, the violation
Never once struck you
As something you were responsible for?
Yes we were drunk
Yes I admit to drinking too much
But claiming you didn’t know
What you were doing, is lame
Irresponsible and destructive.
You have left me wandering in no man’s land
From which I will never recover.
I struggle each day with who I am.
For so long I couldn’t sleep
Terrifying memories haunt me
I cannot stand being in the dark.
May you one day my perpetrator
Understand the magnitude of your crime
Accept your role in ruining both our lives.
This response to the image comes from reading “Victim Reads Letter to Her Rapist in Court”
Featured on: https://scoutsthoughts.wordpress.com/2016/06/07/victim-reads-letter-to-her-rapist-in-court/
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/07/photo-challenge-116/
Morpethroad 
I read Scout’s post. There are no words. What an absolutely courageous young lady!!
In cases like this, the perpetrator should be permanently branded or tattooed on their forehead for all the world to see for the rest of their lives. The victim is scarred for life in many ways; the guilty should not escape unscathed.
I agree totally Lyn I see she has put up another post tonight about the same trial. Thanks for going to the effort of reading.
I read the father’s response, Michael. What a pathetic excuse for a human being; both he and his son.
I haven’t been able to read it yet but that doesn’t surprise at all. About 20 years ago I was involved as a witness to a fatal car accident. The father of the guy who killed another man fought tooth and nail to have his son get off claiming he wasn’t speeding, the man who died was in the wrong, accused us as witnesses of lying, it got very nasty there for a while. But he was convicted thankfully.
Jeremiah in the old testament was correct when he wrote… “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?”
oh my, Michael. This is just… heartbreaking. But still, beautifully written.
Thanks Rose I very much appreciate your comment and kind words.
thank you, Michael. and you’re welcome. 🙂
Oh dear. This is indeed heart-breaking. I feel her rage in every words and it’s saddening to picture her broken soul. 😦 Well written, Michael. This left me with thousand sad sighs.
Thanks Maria I appreciate your kind words.
Michael, you’ve done a remarkable job portraying the thoughts of a rape victim. And because this is the experience of a real person, the young woman I wrote about on my blog, makes it even more chilling.
Thanks so much for reading the letter she wrote to her rapist, and then interpreting what you thought she must feel about herself. As a rape victim myself, I can tell you , you got it right. Thank you.
This poem portrays the feelings of the girl (the victim well). That letter made my cry and you have captured how wounded and violated she felt, how part of her will never heal because of what that freshman boy did.