Scorn
Sometimes the night all comes back to me
His hot breath in my ear
His hands under my shirt
The fear in my heart
And the screaming
But there was no true screaming
It was silent
Except for the sheets moving
My heart pounding
And the sound of my pride
Being stripped from me
Slowly
In a sensual way that disguised the night
Gentle and sweet
Yet who the fuck was he?
Who was he to assume that I wanted him there?
In my bed
In my body
In my heart
I didn't want him
And I didn't want the pain that came with it all
I just want ease from this nightmare
A rest from this restlessness
And one more thing
I want myself back please
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