NB Trigger warning: This poem contains content to do with child abuse that might be disturbing. Thrown to the ground. Held down. Not a scream. Is this just a dream? I dare not fight. His face is full of delight. Now he is inside. I cry out, a hand is applied. Tears rolling down my face. I try to escape to a better place. I tell myself it will be over soon. I wish, to this pain, I was immune. I lay there quiet, try not to think. Why did they choose me? What was the link? I am too afraid to reveal who I am. There would be too many questions, a frightening exam. So quiet I stay with the protection of the tribe, Fiona and Siggie. Maybe one day I will reveal who Rebecca is, but the thought makes me dizzy.