Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I've run out of *cope*

I can’t make it stop. I’ve tried. I can’t make it stop. I can’t make him stop. My screams echo inside my mind. The physical horror of his hands on my body, his needs, his power. The mental terror. There is no protection in this world of pain. He pulls my hair. He rips away my nightgown. He touches me with his cold hands. I close my eyes in shame. His face is filled with pleasure while mine is filled with pain. I silently beg him to stop as he rips me in two. My body is burning My body is on fire.

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