The Victim of Your Crime

Synecdoche is lost upon my shell
as I sleep the sleep of the broken soul;
I’ve forgotten who I used to be,
and there can be no part without the whole.

There’s nothing to lose each time I dream,
when I am reduced to faceless prey,
and nothing to lose each time I die,
for I still manage to meet the day.

There are pieces of me amongst the trash,
illuminated by your sickening deeds.
Those pieces wait for the sky to fall,
ruin themselves with selfish greed.

But the days don’t seem to change.
One dirty fuck bleeds into the next.
And I still want you to look at me…
because what you see is what you get.

I am the broken doll that you destroyed.
I remain the dirty whore you left behind.
I am merely what you made of me.
I am the victim of your crime.

*Author's Note: Dedicated to my rapist. Some days I forget I'm still alive when I feel so dead inside.*