I think I am strong and an equal match to any human until I play-fight with any man. Times when I try with all my strength and I can't even push a leg an inch across the carpet.
I am nothing but a rag doll to a mans will. He could have both my hands pinned under one hand. If I could not move a quarter of his body, how could I ever defend myself against his whole body?
Suddenly I'm underneath his body again, legs unable to knock him off balance and save myself.
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Metamorphosis
Поезія"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
