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you left 3 lines of white powder
and a pit in my stomach.
when you left my throat closed
regurgitating the taste of you
in the form of my innards.
no one held my hair back
no one wiped the sweat off my brow.
i would have recoiled.
i desperately scrubbed my body clean
soap suds stinging my eyes
acid on my tongue
a fire between my legs.
why did your fingers go where they did
and why was i powerless to stop them.
the touch deprived little girl in me
wanted to want your offerings
so i endured your presence
and did all the right things.
i tried to be good
but why does it always end badly?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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