Fluttering flies on the inside of my thighs
Magots eating at a wound that won't heal.
Hands reaching places they should not be
Faces I don't know looking down at me.
Displaced anger from stranger's voices
and fearful pleasure stealing the innocence of me.
I am still breathing but gone in my mind
to a better place, for at this moment I am not me-
laying here naked for all the world to see.
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