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By angieubaldo Date: 2004 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.11.08.48.13629]] |
| He lies next to me. I am so drunk, my body is numb, I cannot move. I have to concentrate on breathing. He climbs on top of me, undresses me with perfection, and grace. The slut inside me, screams, yes, yes, yes, the little girl, screams no, I cannot do this. I have no choice. I cannot speak, scream. I cannot move. I feel him breathing, I feel his hands trace my body, chalk chasing the outline of my dead body. Why did I drink so much? I feel him slide inside, I feel him pump away, breathing gets heavier, I feel him cum. He thinks I am sleeping, he thinks I am gone. He never knows I remember. I remember, I will always remember. His face, his hot breath, reeking of coronas, and tequila. I never told a soul. Never told my mom, never told God. I held it inside, and he is long gone. The only person to blame is myself. I drank all the cuervo. |