I had a stranger in front of me. His rough hand caressed the road of tears, that I did not want to let go. His eyes stared at my shivering lips.
An afternoon ago, I remember biting them until they bled, unconsciously.
I felt his heavy breath on my shoulder. Every word that touched my skin erased with kisses.
My hand rallied into the sheet. I wanted to scream. I’ve been screaming my whole life, and nobody cared for the broken voice, searching for help in her own strange ways. My jaw was tight, and a blazing pain was coming out from my chest.
My eyes went blind in forlorn, seeing the white dress fall from my body
A white dream lay under my feet
Two tears impatiently slipped and hid in it. They crouched in the only white left.
In the blinding light appeared a vision, an image that looked like me submerged in dirt with one hand in the air, silently screaming ‘Help!’

Then I saw his face when he clashed my back with withered rose petals. His eyes were locked in mine, while his lips touched every tremble of my feet. He kept climbing, his lips replaced with teeth and tongue.
The vision was gone. There was no girl searching for help anymore. The vision was covered like our trails, Joe.
Every piece of happiness crumbled when his body heavily rested on me. That hot, irregular breath erased you, and it killed me.

Another letter that you won’t read, Joe. Another painful story in the empire of sorrow. Just another story, not the first one of raping, Joe.

I am too eradicated to tell you that I am still in love with you.