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panic

breathing
erratic
hyperventilating

rough
dirty
hands tangled
in my hair.

smothered screams
nails biting into my scalp

hyperventilate
hyperventilate
I can't breathe
I smell his filth
I can't breathe


seven years away
from him,
I jolt awake
in a cold sweat.
begging.
don't let him touch me
don't let him touch me
don't let him touch me
I don't want him to touch me.

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  • FloridaGatorQueen silver member
    August 4

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    Another awesome poem. I have an old friend who would be thinking like this. She was 12 when she was raped. Very descriptive this piece is. I enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest.