forever
she came from a world
of trust and acquiescence
where shame faded
into the distant night
where old coats doubled as blankets
and strange words were uttered
in hushed secret whispers
the habitual patterns of
shared experiences
dimmed into normality
“least said soonest mended”
yet the end didn’t come
and the burgeoning inadequacies
strove for release
screaming deeply inside her
against the spellbinding words
“our little secret”
“just you and me”
horror mixed with respect
served to forestall any cry for help
creating guilt and dread
which would play in her mind
forever
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