Rape
His rough hands
The way he handled me
How he pushed me down,
In my half unconscious state.
First my jeans,
Then my shirt
Then those I call undies…
Used, a thing
A toy,
Emotions going through my head
Why me?
Why did he choose me?
Why can’t he be in a cell by now?
4 letters
Taking that which I saved
For a special time…
Just those 4 letters…
Taking that which was saved
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