Two weeks ago, if you looked hard enough, you would find her in a church with bruises on her knees from pleading with a God in whom she didn’t fully believe. You would see the scars on skin from where she desperately tried to wash away the imprints left by men containing a sin she didn’t commit.
If you looked hard enough, you would see how the cracks in her smile stretched for a mile and you would notice the quiet shake every time a hand touches her in the slightest way.
For two weeks she wanted to scream but the past two weeks have left her too weak to speak so she bit her tongue and would silently weep.
For two weeks, she couldn’t bring herself to eat, never mind sleep, she didn’t want to risk sleeping because that meant there’s a possibility he meet come back for her in her dreams.
If you looked hard enough, you would see that there wasn’t much left to see, she lost her trust in a sea of lust and no matter how she thrashed against this man he continued to crash upon her like waves stirred and her heart became a shallow grave.
For two weeks, she fought with him. Trying to push him out of the corners of her mind and praying for a sign that the flesh she wears is still as beautiful as it was when she felt whole - but that night left a hole in her and she never found her way out.
too weak to speak out about what he had done to her, so two weeks passed, and so did she.