Portrait

Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming I heard the sounds of what were laughter And expected the door to slam off the hinges The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me Nothing can hurt me The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow That radiates an alarm clock on a nightstand Hands are gripping me The sheets are twisted, I'm suffocating I smell nail polish I picture my mother out in the garden On a spring day planting new strawberry seeds The earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers And I imagine my life as a princess Nothing can hurt me It's 5:47 a.m. and the sun looks as though It's just about to defeat the night sky A battle between good and evil That rages on through centuries unnoticed My night gown is tangled above my hips I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood My breasts are exposed and sore One of them has bite marks Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes I try to stand up and the weight of the world buckles my knees Nothing can hurt me The dawn breaks and this veil I carry around for secrecy is about to melt Something inside my veins explode And I realize I'm not looking at a portrait now We are all living in it