Curled up in the corner

in dead of the night.

Afraid of darkness

and praying for light.

Eyes peer from the ceiling.

Hands reach from the floor.

Hearts beat from the walls

and he stands at the door.

No chemical shields me.

No masquerade hides.

The sweat of my body,

the fear in my eyes.

He’s pounding and pounding

and growing in strength.

He’s ...

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