Alcoholic Eyes

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Lost in a fit of insane incest, you woke me from my slumber, forcing my face to the pillows, hushing my tears with your murmurs, your eyes stood out vivid, yellow, with veins of deep red, your sweat matted my hair, & mixed with stale tears on the sheets, the ancient clock ticked endlessly for what must have been a lifetime, but I cannot & could not remember, I woke with a start, a vision of fear, only to find you sleeping on the floor, with nothing more than a pillow, a pillow full of salty water, a pillow laced with sweat, thinking back to that night, my dreams have now ceased, each and every scream, finally ended in abrupt corruption, the tearing apart of a young person’s innocence, a young person’s mind, you’ve since tried to touch me, to place your perversion on my skin again, & yet you fail at every attempt, as I pull away ever so slightly, nodding my head in your direction as if to speak “no, never again”, your eyes still find me sometimes as I sleep, on the lonely nights in my room, I feel them peering from shadowed corners, they watch me like they did, & just like then, I pray to wake up.

 

  

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  This is personal. This has feeling. This is me.  Originally posted on my tumblr: dastardlydefiant.  

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