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May 2015
Swallow hard
the food that congeals
under your skin
to divert the gazes
of perverted men

and hangs you closer
to your death bed
where calloused man hands
can’t ***** you,

your memories,
poor girl.
Inspired by someone who was molested as a child, and told me that she overate to gain weight, so that men would find her physically unappealing.
Colleen Lyons
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