I've thought about it a lot recently how it happened why it happened where he is now he could be anywhere he could be here and I wouldn't know and I'm just really scaring myself like what if he knows he knows I told someone he knows where I am he could come here and if I'm not gasping for air over this walking nightmare of him coming here of seeing him again of what he would do I'm thinking about how it was my fault to begin with how I shouldn't have been hanging out with an older guy how I should have been strong enough to push him off how I shouldn't have been in a back alley where no one would see how it happened a second time because I was so careless I was so pathetic that I couldn't simply avoid being alone in secluded areas how in an entire town I had the misfortune of running into the same awful guy twice how I couldn't say anything or do anything out of fear and how pathetic I feel about letting that happen about the fact that he's still out there and he could do the same to any other unsuspecting person and destroy them how he destroyed me and how even years later its like his hand is still around my throat telling me not to speak not to move not to breath and it just makes me feel so fucking dirty and disgraceful
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Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
