I wish I had more words for “terrorized.”

I’m just another verse
picking at its stitches,
grunting from the dark,
taking educated guesses at the Rorschach blot
that spreads across it’s skirt
trying to capture the humiliation of
the whole minor violation
without a solid word
or clever verb
to describe the way a knife
sticks for a second and you moan
the wrong way.

”besieged, or
PTSD”

 

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