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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
MY SAVIOUR, MY SAVANT (An ode to my paid weekly "friend")
I lost all control
Crossed the threshold
My tears too excruciating to hold
I prayed earnestly to be released from the pyre
I saw you and I continued to burn
Only now, I burned also with desire
Curiosity peaked
Fervent interest realized
The voodoo you do, mesmerized
Divinity revealed?
Oh, what power you weild!
Desperately I yearn to yeild
Yo...
Tuesday 8th September 2020 5:46 am
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