(Becca)Eyes closed, fists clenched, I take a deep breath, the morning sun warming up my face through the bedroom's window. I never wake up early and I never open the curtains. I am usually lingering in bed till late morning, partly hoping that if I stay still, I will stop breathing and it will all be over, partly because of the soreness between my thighs. Every night is a like rape, worse than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Last Updated : 2020-11-16
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