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Mascara crusting, drying between tears Core shaking with every wail Head pounding, craving a breath of clear air Right hand shaking uncontrollably needing control Cheeks turning red, hot, and angry wanting revenge eyes closed silently Memories blast past His hand, my dark washed jeans, the only barrier between my skin and his Muscles tense up Pointer. Middle. Ring. Pinky, on the seam where one end meets another, thumb inside Frozen in speed staring blankly across the room Up three inches down one, repeat five times Higher, higher, higher Hand grabs at my zipper Instincts, do something Run away open eyes, back in my room Still shaking, mascara still crusting, core still breaking, head still pounding. the world doesn’t stop moving not for me not for him not for anyone Wipe away my tears Get up off the bed Walk over to the bathroom Stare in the mirror I don’t like what I’m looking at Weak Broken Worthless Nothingness Lean against wall Slowly slide down towards cool gray tile Icy cold hits my upper thighs Close my eyes Lean over the ground Hair strands surround my face Heat rushes over my body Sleep arrives Sleep takes over I let it take control I give in
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
Frozen in speed
Mascara crusting, drying between tears Core shaking with every wail Head pounding, craving a breath of clear air Right hand shaking uncontrollably needing control Cheeks turning red, hot, and angry wanting revenge eyes closed silently Memories blast past His hand, my dark washed jeans, the only barrier between my skin and his Muscles tense up Pointer. Middle. Ring. Pinky, on the seam where one end meets another, thumb inside Frozen in speed staring blankly across the room Up three inches down one, repeat five times Higher, higher, higher Hand grabs at my zipper Instincts, do something Run away open eyes, back in my room Still shaking, mascara still crusting, core still breaking, head still pounding. the world doesn’t stop moving not for me not for him not for anyone Wipe away my tears Get up off the bed Walk over to the bathroom Stare in the mirror I don’t like what I’m looking at Weak Broken Worthless Nothingness Lean against wall Slowly slide down towards cool gray tile Icy cold hits my upper thighs Close my eyes Lean over the ground Hair strands surround my face Heat rushes over my body Sleep arrives Sleep takes over I let it take control I give in
#sexualassault#memories#anger#sleep
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rosescomewiththorns
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
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