I push the hands away
"No" I say
He laughs and moves my hands
Putting his back in between my legs
I grip his wrists and move his hands
"No; let me up" I say
He laughs while holding me down
He grabs my hands and holds them
Restraining me from moving
I could scream
But no one would hear me
I could fight
But he's stronger
He moves us onto the floor
Slowly trying to remove my cloths
I bring my knee into his stomach
Running as he catches his breath
"No" I whisper to myself as I run
"Virginity is mine; he can't have it"
Running away from rape
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An Ended Life
PoetryJust a bunch of poems that I have written over the years during the times when I was severely depressed. Most are sad but there are a few happier ones.
