TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of r@pe
I lay in a deep sleep on my bunk bed as you climb up the ladder to reach me.
Everyone else in the cabin dead asleep, quietly as not to wake me up; you lift me gently in a bridal position out the door and to the bathroom.
My eyes open just as you finish taping my mouth shut.
Panic washed over me; you whisper into my ear "Don't worry, little one.".
You peel off my pajamas and rub my skin in a small circle.
One, tear.
One tear falls down my cheek as you strip your clothes.
Forcefully you turn me around so that I could see us in the mirror, so that I could watch you rape me.
Once you were done using me you dressed me back up and said "It's okay, you deserved it. Slut.".
Or at least that's what happened in my nightmares of you, and what you could have done to me if you kept your word.
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Poetry⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: mentions of r@pe, p!lls, su!cide, s3lf-harm, eating d*sorders, ab*se A poem.
