Original Poetry by Diane Ashley

SILENT SCREAM REMEMBERED

Even after all these years, now looking back
His eyes so sharp, animal like, cut through the trees and me.
I feel as though teeth cut me in two.
Eyes, terrible eyes those of a predator
bring droplets of blood to the surface of my forehead.
Terror fills me until I can smell it-- animal strong. 
Suddenly he turns, to see if I am  following  
as a slave bent to his will.

His den, dank and dark, drips with moisture
the odor is of spent sperm, and body smells indefinable.
Imagined chains choke circulation in my wrists and ankles
they torture me with their clank and cutting of my skin.
How I long to escape, to be clean. My confused child-mind asks
have I ever been clean, I feel so filthy here with the monster.
He forces me to do awful things against my will. Within my
mind hysterical laughter breaks forth, and I bite my tongue to stop. 
Will, what will. I have none, not any more nor will I ever.

As long as I live and breathe, this vileness is forced upon me.
More hysterical laughter, I taste blood again and hope it will
somehow purify me from this wretched touching monster. He 
probes my insides and I bleed for I am just a child. 
Please! Won't someone give me a voice....


© by Diane Ashley 6-7-2000, 314SCREAM
Written for all children of sexual abuse
by a once trusted adult, often a relative.



Diane Ashley