Mindrape
A million hands and tongues
Probed my flesh.
I heard your steady breathing
As I glued my eyes shut
With fear and disgust.
You tore a hole in my chest
And fingerpainted the wall
With my blood.
You spelled out "bitch."
There was no kissing,
No gentle touches,
No release.
Just me torn open
Like a raw nerve.
I stand on the sidewalk
Watching my reflection.
It moves on its own now
And I feel comfort,
You psychotic bastard.
If you fuck with me again
I will fuck you back
And one of us will die.
It will not be me.
Not this time.
by Samantha
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