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Childhood Drowning
I remember your awful hands
Clothes ripping
Showerhead dripping
Echoes vibrate
From fingers to toes
Those lights blinded me
Bareskin on a cold floor
Writhing, fighting
You took that away
Eventually
I was your puppet
I'm not sleeping
Sixteen fucking years
I'm in a cold-sweat
I'm still running
From your skin
You violent waste of sperm.
Clothes ripping
Showerhead dripping
Echoes vibrate
From fingers to toes
Those lights blinded me
Bareskin on a cold floor
Writhing, fighting
You took that away
Eventually
I was your puppet
I'm not sleeping
Sixteen fucking years
I'm in a cold-sweat
I'm still running
From your skin
You violent waste of sperm.
Published 9th Aug 2019
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