it blinks in the night,
piercing blackness
with dim, back-lit dreams.
hands clamped around controller,
as a toothless “stranger” strolls —
interrupting sweet silence.
frozen in solitude,
this was my haven.
slimy fingers trace
paths on unwilling thighs
(muffled sobs, stifled cries)
excuses made, blame’s taken,
three proverbial fingers
pointing back to me.
fifteen-year-old fuckup,
run away love
seeking naught but
gaining attention.
what went wrong, sweet girl?
nights turned to weeks alone
loneliness abound,
when suddenly surrounded
by swirling orbs —
assumed human forms.
two fingers split slitted innocence
wincing pain and breathless confusion,
never felt the need to doubt trust -
as strangers go, you were the strangest;
the newest, and i
will never trust again.
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