Sinking into warm blood.
In a rose garden of stained memories.
Glitching back and forth between one moment.
Before and after the wild nightmare.

A little me was coated with cheer.
Twirling under luminous golden rays..
Heartwarming chuckles matching heartbeats
Carefree and of no worries.

A little me in my head.
I remember was happy there.
Nice people I was dancing with.
Rosy fillings made dusk into daylight.

A little me in my imagination.
Far from my cursed reality.
What I really was, a traumatic born.
Lived through a moment that left me stunned.

A little me drowning in darkness.
Bleeding as I shivered in fear.
Not wanting yet to be defiled.
By the enormous hungry shadows.

A little me in shredded cotton.
A tender mind in it's early teens.
Witnessing and processing what violation was.
Didn't understand why I was being touched.

A little me that was evaded.
Screaming as my under was digged.
They felt lust as I was destroyed.
The term 'raped' ringed bells in my ear.

A little me ever since.
Timid and Cautious with a dead soul.
Mute now with an empty voice.
Unshed tears clogged my throat.

A little me that couldn't tell the tale.
Rather wandered in the past while I slumber.
Fading in and out while transitioning.
Between a joyful and broken sixteen.

A little me like many others.
That have been silenced and muted.
By flashbacks of molestations.
Unable to see myself the same.

A little me that needs help.
Unable to ask for any.


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