

Emergence Magazine
A Literary Magazine Dedicated To Survivors Of Sexual Assault
And The Journey Towards Healing
To my Perp
Steve Wollmer
There aren’t words bad enough
To say what you have done
Nor phrases suitably vile
To describe what you call fun
I know I seemed to like it
I even sought you out
I may have even smiled
But that is not in doubt
You stole away my innocence
You took away my will
It would have been better
If quickly you did kill
I was facing so much pain
Bearing so much weight
Then you came along
Pretending to be a mate
True you eased the violence
By sneaking me away
I was so relieved
All you did was play
But now I know different
You were just as cruel
You organised the bashings
So I would be your tool
I know the others hurt me
Bashed me day by day
But it is with you
That my memories stay
I do not seek to harm you
Although I want you dead
I just hope that karma
Messes with your head
You are an evil monster
In society you do not fit
Hell has a place reserved for you
They will dig a deeper pit