I Was happy to be alive when I was nine
I never thought the Devil could be in the form as someone I love
Eventually they worked themselves in me
Inching their way up inside my body
Invading every nick and cranny on the way up
A throbbing sensation exploded throughout me
My screams were muffled from their masculine hands covering my mouth
I am a tin can
Underneath the Ocean
The increasing amount of pressure on top of me
Squeezing any sense of life and hope out of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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