I wake to a blade on my throat, the moonlight shines in my window, I hear the man's voice, low and mean what I’m told to do I do, I can see him but I say not a word. His breath brags down my throat, His tongue invades my mouth, and I pray for my soul. I make of my body a bunker when he enters. But when my eyes close, He is not there, because I am in the light. He can not touch me in the light.