Raped

Raped
that is I
pillaged my soul
that nameless whore
unmade who I was
taught me to abhor
stole what was left
innocence
no longer a child
A machine
sexed
not sexy
lustful
not loving
hurt
and hurting
devoid
a mind blanked over
emotion buried
scarred
trembling

Alone now
in every sense
the one who knows
the one who shares
away in her tent
I dare tremble
but not to cry
for to do that
would be to die

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