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[sid] => 119928
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => dirty whore
[time] => 2006-05-12 14:58:37
[hometext] => a poem i wrote a few years ago when the abuse started
[bodytext] => I need to wash your hands from my wrists From my thighs, from my neck. To clean your sweat from my skin Wipe away the blood dripping down my legs I put in the plug in and turn on the taps. I have to stop remembering To stop remembering your skin And your smell and your eyes And the way you forced me to look at you I turn off the light and unbutton my shirt. My hands go over the lumps in my skin Bruises already forming where you threw me into the wall Where you held me to the floor And where you forced my thighs apart I slip off my jeans and climb over the edge of the bath The water is dark, the room is dark. I can't see my own body slide into the water But I can still see your face so close to mine. This water is burning hot but it can not burn you from my skin And it cannot match the heat of your breath on my neck. Or the searing pain of you thrusting yourself inside me I scrape the layers of blood and tears and sweat from myself and stand. I stumble out, my head swimming Wrap a towel around me and head for bed. Lie down and pick up the small brown box Take one pill, pink and small. Swallow and relax Drift into dreamless sleep. Spent an hour in the bath Scrubbed my body til it was raw But still feel like a dirty whore [comments] => 6 [counter] => 253 [topic] => 75 [informant] => spider [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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