Amen

My words were forced, like your hands around me.

Mouth thick with the taste of fear, dry and tight as inaudible sounds escaped through small trembling lips.

Resistance friction induced heat engulfed my body, my limbs grew weak; only escaping inside of myself.

A prayer on repeat like absolution from sins I’d yet to commit.

It was not for myself that I prayed, but you.

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