This is a poem from my one-word challenge, part of the If it Stirs You series.
It was he who ravaged me
pinned against the rock
fiercely pushed beyond my pain
burst through every lock
I opened to him freely
current through my veins
splashing beads upon my face
aching, let it rain
The river took my memory
set my demons free
rapids cleaned my every sore
water is now me
Quinn Steele 