Dear God,

Only you could know.

The voice leaks into my room every night,

When everyone else is asleep, it comes.

It is sticky and dirty,

Covers my body in a thick cocoon.

I cannot move, part of me doesn’t want to.

Its slimy hands spread my legs

And that voice, that voice, consumes my mind.

The words fall like syrup on me,

Sweet nothings like:

you are a failure

you accomplish nothing

you deserve the worst

you are a hypocrite.

A charmer with its words indeed. 

And when I finally close my eyes,

I feel the water begin to cleanse me.  

Amen.

All I whimper when it leaves

Having used me to its fill.

Amen.