I pretend I am somewhere beautiful.

Flashes of memory.
I cradle my head in my hands.
My breath is shallow.
My eyelashes drip with tears.
Darkness everywhere.
Why is he doing this to me?
I am a child.
I am afraid.
I am paralyzed.
And I do not understand
what is happening.
I want to cry out.
I want to throw him off of me.
I want to scream and scream and SCREAM
and never stop screaming.
Instead I am still.
Still as a ragdoll.
I pretend I am somewhere else.
I pretend I am somewhere beautiful.
Where no one can hurt me.
Somewhere safe

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