lyrics
Rape
Written, recorded and produced by Steph Sweet in July 2015 in England
Holding, waiting, hoping, praying.
Those who do not hear, a mire, a morass.
A crack, a slit, a hairless abyss,
A crevice, a bloodied ravine,
Iron-claw man.
Eager forceps.
Blocking the hands,
Pushing away the mounting mass.
Methodical pincers,
Sterilised fingers,
Bending, breaking. Insatiable hands.
Fighting and shoving and clawing,
Keep breathing, keep moving.
I’m fighting and shoving, not screaming,
Breathing.
Keep moving.
I’m blocking and stopping and halting
And running. And running.
Keep running.
Skitter in silver light, barefoot and bleeding.
Hurry up the hill, keep breathing, keep breathing.
Footfall.
A van door goes slamming behind me.
Stop, freeze, go silent.
Footfall.
Van door.
Fighting and shoving and clawing,
Keep breathing, keep moving.
Breathing, I’m fighting and shoving, not screaming.
Breathing.
Keep moving.
I’m blocking and stopping and halting
And running. And running.
Keep running.
In silver light, barefoot and bleeding.
Hurry up the hill, keep breathing, keep breathing.
“ What d’you think you’re gonna do? Where d’you think you’re gonna go?
What d‘you think you‘re gonna do? Where d‘you think you’re gonna go? ”
Fighting and shoving and clawing,
Keep breathing, keep moving.
I’m fighting and shoving, not screaming,
Breathing.
Keep moving.
I’m blocking and stopping and halting
And running. And running.
Keep running.
Skitter in silver light, barefoot and bleeding.
Hurry up the hill.
Keep breathing.
Keep breathing.
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