*This is true. please comment. And yeah, I know its confusing, but it has a
meaning*


And I lay there,
apart,
a shadow of a shadow,
repressed into a matress of a childhood in chains.
My hands were tied behind
the shattered glass of who I am,
that divided my wrists into criss-cross lines,
bleeding
my screams unheard

And the look on his face did not change
his eyes tunnels that only hate could reach.
He took me,
that night,
And when I looked away through his bedroom window,
I saw people,
people who were not afraid of night's dark veil,
who didn't shiver when a loved one put her lips
on theirs

*Yes, this poem is about rape*


 
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