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I revisit the scene of the crime a year later.

Although the wounds have since healed

I feel the only way to recover completely

Is to confront my attacker once more.

Then I am reminded like it was yesterday

How he had raped me of my purity

And how he stripped me of my naïveté.



A mass murderer lies in my mists;

He enjoyed stabbing innocent hearts

And callously letting the blood spill

Without even the slightest hint of remorse.

Although I know he preys on gullibility  

And I should avoid him at all costs,

I still manage to fall into his trap.



He lures me in with his cruel words

Enwrapped as a ploy to elicit a chuckle.

Then he acts like he did me a favor,

Like rejection is something that can be

Packaged and topped with a bow.

Suddenly, I begin to incur fresh wounds,

But I’ve already run out of bandages.

Rewrite 2012

I revisit the scene of the crime a year later.
Although the wounds have since healed
I feel the only way to recover completely
is to confront my attacker once more.
Then I am reminded like it was yesterday
how he had raped me of my purity
and how he stripped me of my naïveté.

A mass murderer lies in my mists;
he enjoyed stabbing innocent hearts
and callously letting the blood spill
without even the slightest hint of remorse.
Although I know he preys on gullibility
and I should avoid him at all costs,
I still manage to fall into his trap.

He lures me in with his cruel words
disguised as a ploy to elicit a chuckle.
Then he acts as if he did me a favor,
like rejection is something that can be
packaged and topped with a bow.
Suddenly, I begin to incur fresh wounds,
but I’ve already run out of bandages.