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Fools Rush In (Inner monologue of a childhood sexual abuse survivor cont'd)
I've been foolish
unguarded and exposed
vulnerable, ripe for the plucking
how clearly he saw this
how oblivious I must have seemed
totally unheeding
trying to live the dream
Ruthlessly he burrowed into me
what he sought I do not know
one swift move, a hand, a pillow
I was no more
fear and shame soared
Rushing into everything
brings forth nothing
...Friday 25th September 2020 6:06 am
Bare Minimum
I sat before him
Crumpling in onto myself
Lost in my head
Wishing I was dead
It's over now
Why are we still here
He got what he wanted
Why does he sit there and stare
My body limp
Folding over in submission
My head on his knee
...Monday 14th September 2020 5:44 pm
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