whispering rain tapping on the window flooding my ears with sound, fluorescent light screaming inside my brain, lift your hands towards me again, you wonβt see me de nuevo. Wilt beneath the demanding life youβve beaten,
and maybe your fear will agitate you, into a comatose state you had put me in.,and hidden me away from the world, mauling innocence out of me with incremental, unwanted touches that cannot be undone.
from handcuffs on wooden poles, foaming mouths pouncing on my skin, melting within myself as you drowned wearisome unhinged fantasies onto me, and use children for your pleasure to continue terrorizing freely while we all trickle.
Abused as a child, here is my testimony about my abuser. Six lines in each stanza, she truly was the devil.