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Porcupine No Longer

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chant2012

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Ashamed and frozen in fear, time stops.
Pretending to be asleep; staying very still...
Lying and waiting, pretending it's all just a dream.
NO! Get up! I have to do something! SCREAM!
*Silence*... I don't make a sound. No one can know. Ashamed!
Eyes now scrunched up tight and fists form into balls.
Go into my mind. Pretend I am a porcupine.
Can't touch me! Can't touch me! I am a porcupine!
Doesn't work...
Porcupine's quills have been plucked clean away! Exposed.
Body is a map whose lands have been plundered before.
Monster's fingers are legs, walking the map, exploring it all.
Monster is greedy; taking what is not his to take.
Too scary. So scary. Can't be happening.
Dumb, wretched girl.
Pretend. Pretend. Pretend. Smile. I'm alright.
Tomorrow I'll pretend I don't remember what happened at night.
 
Oh, and I know that this poem (unlike most of my others) has no rhythm to it really, nor does it rhyme. So, I know lol. But it basically was me just trying to get my feelings out and onto paper regarding how I felt during one of my r*pes. So, gentle comments please. Thanks to you all! Blessings. ♥

Chantel ♥
 
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