Childhood
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I see him,The Monster,He is hiding in my dreams,Weaving intricate webs of my own self-hate,In my loathing I awaken for the Monster he is near,His breath full of captured souls beating upon my prepubescent consciousness,I am frightened,Too frightened to move,I pray to a God who is not listening to make it stop,Gods reply?Absent,My mind leaves Read more
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dear mr. Police man, I went to school today and my teacher saw my bruises so she called you and you gave me a smile. my mommy never smiles at me. Dear Mr. Police man, You came to my house today in your big car with its cool flashing red and blue lights. My daddy Read more
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She woke up. Not startled awake or shaken awake but the awful sort of awake from the feeling of being watched. The awake you become when something, or worse, a someone somewhere they should not be. Too scared to move or open her eyes she lay awake simmering in her own untamable fear as Read more
