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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rape trauma: 14 of 87

Was it your pride that lead to this, Your ego needing to be sated, The way your bites, a vicious kiss, Lead to my body being the one I hated, Once I was whole, complete person, Now I am nothing, hollow man, Three hours I was yours, every minute of every one, Feeling so filthy that not even bleach would run. Hated myself everyday, for what you took, So different, cold and broken since then, Every kind smile, needs a second look, Every year, it always makes me think of when, You ripped out my soul, Cast it asunder And now I will never be whole. Who knows where you are, If your dead, alive, a...
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