With a smell I see your face again,
feel your hands on me once more..
My eyes close so tight and hard,
to make the images disappear.
All too real, the memory plays,
an old home movie long tucked away.
I am a child once again
helpless to stop this abuse.
My mind floats away,
anywhere but here
Here on the floor
with you hovering over .
With one touch,
darkness floods my soul,
never to be the same again,
Soiled Hate filled . unclean
Now I am older
not the same little girl
with a dark secret,
but has the gift of love
and a light in her life.
what you broke is healing.
Please tell me what you think
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This is a powerful and emotional piece of writing. It is like you opened the door and let us have a peak into the very soul of you and it shows. great job on this.
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