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Corner: Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors |
Ritual Abuse,
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Shame
his being
a big presence
a great big shadow
dooming upon me,
stifling me.
then pain,
then a nothothingness.
my body ripped apart
felt blood
felt pain.
blood it was
yet was not,
a
shame that nothing,
nothing ever
could wash away.
- charlie
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