Real life

Fuck You

It’s been more than thirty years since you raped me and you just slipped in through the side door of my brain.

uninvited.i.could.not.breathe.unexpected.i.dare.not.breathe.

Five minutes of self-talk to coax myself out of the mental corner I curled up into… a couple of kleenex… just put a pot of water on for tea… and needed to say

FUCK

YOU

yeah – you got me, mother fucker – but not for long

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