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Monday, June 19, 2006

IN the LIght

The night was never a comfort,
And sleep never came easy, if at all.
She never knew when he was coming;
not if, but when, for he always came.
He was all the monsters a child can imagine,
and some a child could never imagine;
so she stopped imagining.
and thinking.and feeling.
and went away somewhere where she was safe
until he finished and faded back into the night.
But, until the morning chased away the shadows,
she could still feel his hands; not his gentle,
daytime hands,
but his rough and greedy nighttime hands,
touching her in places hands should never be;
touching her in ways they never touched
her in the light.
And with each touch,
he took a piece of her
until she disapeared

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