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It’s like I want to tear my skin off.

I take a breath and hold it.

I can’t let it go.

I rub my palms with my nails.

Pulling at my hair.

My eyes.

My chest

I feel a hand traveling

Wondering up up my thighs

No. no… no.

He’s not there

I let air escape my cursed body

It’s ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.


Now he’s choking me.

Tremor go through my body

The epicenter at the heart

Tears roll. Rivers flowing

I pinch my arm

I open my eyes

I look down

Then up

I see my reflection;

The aftermath.


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