91216

Haunted by your touch the way it felt the sounds of your voice guttural. animalistic , and void of empathy. The coldness of my body as you stole my voice , not to be heard for years, the pain of penetration . it has been 12 ,9 and 5 years yet alas their visage torments me
Fighting with no avail hiding the shorts under the tub never to be worn again ripping the skirt to shreds. The aroma of copper and pain in the air. sticky , empty ,silenced .
Contused and spoiled .
Years later I sit muted .
words that refuse to be freed 9 12 16 to escape is to depart of this place . marked just as an animal that got away words of dissent falling upon deaf ears guarded , haunted , slow to trust
P
T
S
D
9 ,12 ,16 ,.
Blond hair blue eyes who could resist pure , untouched ,who among men wouldn't want a piece . easy
9 12 16