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Monsieur Tickle A business associate Of my pater Me aged four Monsieur Tickle Oft would visit our home And tickle me And tickle me And tickle me At first I felt tickled At second I felt uneasy At third I felt scared I didn't understand I thought being tickled Was mean't to be fun Not of terror After a while When Monsieur Tickle visited I would hide Just two years ago I mentioned this To my sister Who remembered well This tickling mister This sinister mister Monsieur Tickle As he tickled her too And shared the same dread as i And also shied And would hide As he evoked So much fear Whenever he was near Yet he left Our two brothers alone (The third had not yet been born) So whenever I have to pretend During acting practises As part of a creative warm-up I find myself Having to act As the others enjoy The fun of it Their own memories Of being tickled Untarnished So i try to pick up on their vibe Whilst i inwardly cringe And cry Monsieur Tickle Now, no doubt Lies in the company of worms Yet still makes me squirm The vermin now lies With vermian by Jemia
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
Monsieur Tickle
Monsieur Tickle A business associate Of my pater Me aged four Monsieur Tickle Oft would visit our home And tickle me And tickle me And tickle me At first I felt tickled At second I felt uneasy At third I felt scared I didn't understand I thought being tickled Was mean't to be fun Not of terror After a while When Monsieur Tickle visited I would hide Just two years ago I mentioned this To my sister Who remembered well This tickling mister This sinister mister Monsieur Tickle As he tickled her too And shared the same dread as i And also shied And would hide As he evoked So much fear Whenever he was near Yet he left Our two brothers alone (The third had not yet been born) So whenever I have to pretend During acting practises As part of a creative warm-up I find myself Having to act As the others enjoy The fun of it Their own memories Of being tickled Untarnished So i try to pick up on their vibe Whilst i inwardly cringe And cry Monsieur Tickle Now, no doubt Lies in the company of worms Yet still makes me squirm The vermin now lies With vermian by Jemia
a memory of abuse when i was aged just 4yrs old
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jemia-de-blondeville
63/Transgender Female/hastings
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
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