and after that night
i was no longer
my own.
when your hands
touched my skin
when your breath
felt my face;
i belonged
to you.
you.
you.
you.
the person
in the mirror
the monster
in my dreams
you took what wasn't yours
you took
me.
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Fellchaser
PoetryFellchaser /fehl-ch-acer/ A long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry its burden unable to explain it out of fear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if...
