Shame

He extrudes me into the mattress.

He gasps and then

He starts to move.

Up and forth.

You know, what you’re doing to me?

I can’t believe that you do this.

God! Stop this awful pain.

Are you really my dad?

Blood at my legs.

His thrilled breath next to my ears

And this disgusting smell of alcohol.

I’m drenched in cold sweat.

It’s already the second time.

It’s a shame.

And now I start to doubt your love. 

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Weil es Vergewaltigung – erst recht innerhalb von Familien – nicht geben darf. 

Und dennoch gibt. Öfter, als man denkt.

Das Schlimme: Wir merken es nicht einmal.

Hate you ♥

Beast

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