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Shame is a university sweatshirt hiding the constellation on her arms, mulberry stains left by his grip after another sleepless night. Her body stiffens every time a bedroom door opens. Her mother asks why she's not eating. The stepfather, silent. Watching. Her throat clenches, remembering his tongue. At the community pool, Her muscles constrict with a different tension. A good tension. One day, she’ll be strong enough to resist.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
For Naomi
Shame is a university sweatshirt hiding the constellation on her arms, mulberry stains left by his grip after another sleepless night. Her body stiffens every time a bedroom door opens. Her mother asks why she's not eating. The stepfather, silent. Watching. Her throat clenches, remembering his tongue. At the community pool, Her muscles constrict with a different tension. A good tension. One day, she’ll be strong enough to resist.
The name is changed, but the girl and her story is real. I hope you found your way out, friend. "For Namoi" is the intellectual property of Jessy Turner and thus protected under the U.S. Federal Copyright laws and the Berne Convention.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
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