Used Once Again

by Erika Lamorie   Aug 28, 2007


Did it all really happen?
I cannot remember much.
Lying there,
With him on top.
He is much too strong
For me to fight off.
The alcohol has made me weak.
The room is spinning,
My head is hurting.
I cannot move my arms,
He is holding them down.
Why will he not get off me?
My heart is pounding.
There is nothing I can do.

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