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the voices scream at me

with their vulgar voices

that pierce my head like thunder



their words echo in my ear

and burn into my mind

because their words are filled with fire



I try to cover my ears but that doesn't stop them

their words still creep into my ears like bugs

my mind pleads the voices to be quiet but silence is dead



their hands like daggers stab into me

and consume every inch of my skin

with their stinging sensation they touch me



their fingertips brush harshly on my body

violently caressing my unwilling flesh

I try to pull away but their hands are glued to me



I try to sheild myself but the hands are everywhere

constantly I feel their touches filled with pain

and I can do nothing except to cleanse my body with my tears



if I could only suffocate their words so I didn't have to listen

if I could only tie their hands so I didn't have to feel their touch

but every day the interminable cycle continues as I continue to breathe