He led me upstairs.
Slapped my face.
"You're my slut,
Hear me?"
The pain doesn't
bother me anymore.
He took me
to his room.
Stripped my clothing off.
I don't try to
Fight him anymore.
He'll always
Be stronger.
He finally
Let me go,
Yet I'm hiding.
Hiding begins the pain.
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Hiding Behind the Pain
PoetryA book of free verse poetry about pain, hate, and everything life throws at you.
