Untold Incident

Untold Incident I arose only because the sunlight and dew worked against me, chilly and unaware of my being before and now. my thoughts were so vague, I sat up wondering, looking, remembering the incident clearly, as though it was happening now. school was out, I slowly walked to the bus stop watching each car pass, each face going by, never realizing danger stalked the night. it was as though the bushes came alive, grabbing my throat, pulling me, smothering, bonded by his weight. my eyes saw only darkness, my body uselessly fought each move, his hands caressing roughly, rhythmically with his threats. it was no use struggling, my garments clinging, torn, stained, and wet with his gift, left for the pleasure he stole. I saw no one leave, heard no sounds, but my whimpering and moaning, and I like many washed away the gift. the memory would last forever.