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-T.W. Abuse- Your fingers wrapped around my throat and tightened like a zip tie Your eyes were surging with red and inflamed pink The lines on your face deepened as your expression hardened The veins on your arms were visible Your rough calluses snagged at my skin I breathed out and my lungs could no longer inhale You pressed even harder It was strangely quiet. Just the sound of us scuffling and breathing I feel my tears roll down the sides of my face dampen my ears and hair My throat hurt so much, I didn't know if I couldn't scream from fear or from the pressure of your hands Every move I made you only pressed harder You were like quicksand In those 30 seconds, I considered dying. Maybe if I stopped struggling- No I tried kicking you as hard as I could but there was no use My forearms were trapped under your knees and I felt shooting pain I could only move my neck about 20 or 30 degrees I bit down so hard I was sure I had dislodged my jaw I heard it pop and my ears rang I ran out When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I thought I was in a movie I looked like I was in special effects makeup I had a cut along my head Blood was dripping down my nose, cupid's bow, and lip I could taste blood like I had just run without stopping My throat had individual fingerprints that were a ghastly white and jaundiced My chest was splotchy and red I could already see bruises forming on my arms From my cheekbones to my jaw, it was a pale blue The mascara I had put on at 8am had run down my cheeks It was not a moment of survival and strength I felt beaten I looked beaten I looked abused In that very moment as I audibly gasped a cough and a cry, I knew I knew he did not love me I knew my dad abused me And in that singular moment, I knew that if I did not leave, I would no longer live -G.A.
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Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 3:51 PM UTC
Quicksand
-T.W. Abuse- Your fingers wrapped around my throat and tightened like a zip tie Your eyes were surging with red and inflamed pink The lines on your face deepened as your expression hardened The veins on your arms were visible Your rough calluses snagged at my skin I breathed out and my lungs could no longer inhale You pressed even harder It was strangely quiet. Just the sound of us scuffling and breathing I feel my tears roll down the sides of my face dampen my ears and hair My throat hurt so much, I didn't know if I couldn't scream from fear or from the pressure of your hands Every move I made you only pressed harder You were like quicksand In those 30 seconds, I considered dying. Maybe if I stopped struggling- No I tried kicking you as hard as I could but there was no use My forearms were trapped under your knees and I felt shooting pain I could only move my neck about 20 or 30 degrees I bit down so hard I was sure I had dislodged my jaw I heard it pop and my ears rang I ran out When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I thought I was in a movie I looked like I was in special effects makeup I had a cut along my head Blood was dripping down my nose, cupid's bow, and lip I could taste blood like I had just run without stopping My throat had individual fingerprints that were a ghastly white and jaundiced My chest was splotchy and red I could already see bruises forming on my arms From my cheekbones to my jaw, it was a pale blue The mascara I had put on at 8am had run down my cheeks It was not a moment of survival and strength I felt beaten I looked beaten I looked abused In that very moment as I audibly gasped a cough and a cry, I knew I knew he did not love me I knew my dad abused me And in that singular moment, I knew that if I did not leave, I would no longer live -G.A.
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Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 3:51 PM UTC
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