Remember that night in February?
So, cold not a soul in sight, wary
Remember the gathering, turned party
Thought it’d be nice to get away, hearty
Alone
Remember forced lips, tight grips
Remember the shaky breaths and silent screams
No one to help force illicit dreams
Loud music, raw body
Warped mind, sour psyche
Alone
Remember my face
Horror, a mark forever left on one’s countenance
Remember the harsh words sworn
Hateful, meant to abhor…me
Remember my innocence
Ripped away, along with it your absence
I remember, I remember it all, Aarty.
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