Am I Slumbering?

I’m lying in bed

in their house

Sleeping

or am I?

I feel his hands on my most delicate parts

I want to cry for my mother

I awaken from my hazy dreamlike state

Did it really happen

all those years ago

I’m not sure

I walk from room to room

In a dream like state

Not knowing what’s real

Not even now, all these years later

I don’t know how to escape

I’m trapped in a nightmare

From which there’s no awakening

An innocence lost…

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