I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?"
~ Laurie Halse Anderson
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His eyes lingered
As she shook with fear
"It's okay," he told her
While coming near
Her fingers knotted
And his lips twisted
Her hands were tight fisted
And all he did was sigh
"Come here," he said
And she complied
"Strip." He now ordered
But she denied
Harsh toned
And corrupted
He lashed at her
Disowned
And disrupted
He towered her
And then
He smiled
His eyes filled with joy
In the end
This man was the child
And she was the toy
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A/N:
To victims of rape~May you move on and live a happy life. May you get justice and be remembered for the courage you have to still have the will to live. I hope you never give up because remember god does not give you what you cannot handle. You have tests in life and this is one of them. Please strive and stay alive❤️ If not for yourself, for those that surround you and love you. For those who have yet to experience the pleasure of meeting you❤️ Breathe.
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