Inconspicuous Wounds

I can still feel him his fingers pressed against my skin Piercing into me permanently engraining my body I am marked by his touch  My invisible blood gushing from my inconspicuous wounds  My mind yearns to forget the memories  Yet my body holds them inside  Incapable  A silent journal Unable to destroy the painful gripping …

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