Don'T Tell Poem by Tammy Arthur

I lay in my bed the room is dark.
I hear the clock ticking I see the shadows on the wall.
I hear the rain hitting the window I hear her leave.
I hear the door start to open I see him standing there.
I can smell the liquor on his breath as he closes the door.
I pray that he’ll just go away but he never does.
I try to pretend I'm a sleep but it doesn’t matter.
I hear him get undressed as he slides in beside me.
He touches me I try and pull away but he grabs me.
He climbs on top of me it’s hard to breath he pulls at my gown until it’s off.
I say please don’t do this he says don’t tell anyone.
He kisses my mouth I want to puke.
He opens my legs he puts it in it hurts so bad.
You’d think I’d be use to it by now.
It’s over he’s all sweaty he kisses me one last time as he rolls off me.
He gets dressed he stops at the door and looks at me I’ll be seeing you he says.
I get up and take a long hot shower but I still feel so dirty.
I climb back into bed I hate this place I say.
I try and remember how it was before my parents died.
So I lay in the dark and pray that tomorrow never comes.
Because no one would believe me he’s a deacon in the church.