My nickname, scrawled on the picture of a naked woman on her knees. The shame. Little things. It’s the chubby fourth grade boy
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A taxidermist, he fills my body With stiffening thoughts To keep me from running away.
Every time he left, I would feel all of my muscles shake out of a tense grip, as if I’d been holding on to the
you almost forgot that after it happens, friends abandon you all at once without a word everyone at the same time is too busy or
my step mother said she’d feel nothing if she were raped her daughters turned away from her my mother said something terrible happened
he found me there summer seven, undressing into a sequined slip from ‘30; left me big red bites like the bees outside.
I was not the target I was collateral damage and still my heart beats extra as I write this story
Hey, new girl. You do yoga, right? We oughta have a staff art class. Get you to model naked. Shove an apple in your mouth
Covered completely and yet I felt naked, filthy with the grime of adolescent appraisal… If I screamed would you hear me—have you been listening at