I can still feel it.
His hand on my throat, pressing
On my bones.
His hands on my thighs,
Tight and begging-
He keeps asking
Over and over.
He calls me his lovely boy,
His beautiful boy,
I am not his beautiful boy
He should not have been touching my body-
I wish I could have screamed-
I wish I could have screamed-
I wish I could have s c r e a m e d
Why couldn't I scream?
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
I can still feel it.
His hand on my throat, pressing
On my bones.
His hands on my thighs,
Tight and begging-
He keeps asking
Over and over.
He calls me his lovely boy,
His beautiful boy,
I am not his beautiful boy
He should not have been touching my body-
I wish I could have screamed-
I wish I could have screamed-
I wish I could have s c r e a m e d
Why couldn't I scream?
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