I sit at home with an unwelcome guest. The guest being a memory that clouds inside of my head. I remember the feeling of his hands on me, and the disgust I felt. I can recall every no I gave that he seemed to disregard. This unwelcome guest is no longer a guest it seems to have moved in. Always there, reminding me of my stollen innocence. This guest doesn't try and hide instead he lefts himself be known, effecting my every day life. When I eat I feel ill knowing what happened. When I sleep I wake in terror reliving that night, the night he slapped his hand over my mouth no longer allowing me to plead him to stop. When I work I remember the way his mouth felt as he embraced my cries, welcoming them as if he enjoyed it. that's the thing about this unwelcome guest, I would do anything to get him to leave but i cannot; he is now a part of me.