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bissyya

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since August 2017
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A rape victim

August 5, 2017

Once upon a time

There lived a girl in the depths of Nacogdoches

Dirty blonde hair and teeth with holes

She smelled of an ash tray

Death

Her skin tainted as if she worked the furnace room

She scratches herself at random moments

And speaks to herself as she walks back in forth between her homes

Midday she walks again

Sprints

Crawls

To her candy man

Uncertain of the ingredients list

She inhales her sweets

Walking

Sprinting

Crawling to her second house

And lies on the pavement

Her eyes droop

Close

Closed

Her body is there

Her soul has left

A man walks the sidewalk

Becomes aware of the lifeless beauty

He takes her for himself

Her limp body moved unwillingly

Her lips pierced with dry and cold lips

Her legs split forcefully for full access

She awakens briefly to speak

But the only thing to escape her bruised lips

Was her name

Aurora

Man rebuttals

No baby

You are mine

My

Sleeping Beauty 

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