"Did I Want This?"

My finger tips, cold

Touch bare chest

My heart beat, loud

Frozen in time


Arms grabbed me, forcfully

I had no choice

I looked away, tears

Blurred my vision


I reach out, softly

Towards the sky

Stop the motion, accelerated 

The pain caused bruises


I didnt want this, wrong

"Did I want this?"

It was my fault, wrong

I was a victim



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