I still remember the shape of your lips on mine,
As you crossed the line.
I'll always remember the way you touched me,
Pulling at my hands, skin and gluttony.
And I'll remember that four years ago tonight I was a little promiscuous.
I wish I'd seen it then.
Dangerous.
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
