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Still, motionless, frozen in my skin.
I let out a dry scream, or attempt to.
Laying my head down.
Escape, I must, but my limbs revolt.
“No, no, no!” My soul bellows.
Cold floor. He leaves me, finally.
Erase the memory of sexual assault.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (3)
Ugh the dirty bast**d. Perfect photo for this acrostic! Great job.
Wow - profound to say the least. Such an impact. Well done.
Perfectly written to describe the assault that too many of us have faced. I like the cover photo too. Thank you for your writings.