That bathroom

I went in,
never came back out.

Hopes, Secrets,
Dreams, Plans,
Virginity.

Spilled on the floor.
Only a bloody towel to tell the tale.

A lesson too early learned.
Games taken too far.

Lies holding me down.
Guilt keeping me quiet.

His pleasure will always be my pain.

Julie Neises

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