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six ☽

purple lines paint my wrist
and blood runs it's way
down my shaking legs.
you had your way with me,
against my protest.
i couldn't say "no."
i couldn't scream for help.
you paralyzed me.

although i was silent,
i didn't want it.

although the shirt showed my fragile skin,
i didn't want it.

my whimpers were not of pleasure, but of fear.
fear that the man i thought i knew, the man i loved,
was really a monster.

a monster that took my innocence.

a monster that took everything i cannot get back.