everywhere his hands went
I stopped existing
no matter how hard he looked
and touched and rubbed
he’d never find me
I made myself small
and my body concealed me
and my whereabouts
look alive
enjoy
this is for the both for us
trust me
this is a good thing
do you see how happy you make me
with my little hands
with my little fingers
childhood is a state that your gestures end
you rub me open
and when my mouth finds words that a woman would speak
you shut me down
and insult
intimidate
belittle
ridicule me
by saying that I’m just a child
what do I know
what a vivid imagination I have
Croque-Melpomene 
I hope you are okay
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