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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 02, 2018

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Submitted: September 02, 2018



A layer of thick, white cream

covers my skin—arms, legs, stomach—

like vanilla ice cream

that would drip down my hands

in the mid-summer heat.


His arms stroke up and down—

up and down

like a child stroking his favorite pet

keeping it calm during a summer storm.


He moves in and out—

in and out


as if I was a bitch in heat.


His pasty skin

like a vampire roaming the earth,

searching for his next victim,

sinking fangs into my flesh.


Blood drips between my thighs

staining my body red

like a ripe tomato fresh for picking

innocence cloaked in pain and violence.


Sweat coats his skin

like condensation dripping from my favorite soda pop

thick, white cream covers my skin,

hiding my shame.

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