The Look

It was the LOOK
smashed me to pieces
broke the trust
shamed me
created immobility
out of my
fear and helplessness.

I trusted my
high school teacher
worked with her on
dramatic interpretive pieces
that dug deep into
my vulnerabilities,
exposed me.

And then she laughed,
smirked,
said she didn’t believe me…
About being RAPED
As if I made it all up
As if it never really happened
As if I was covering up being a
bad girl.
A deep violation
took in
the second arrow
opened a new wound
in a tender,
bleeding,
devastated
heart.

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2 Responses to The Look

  1. Pamanner says:

    Oh, brutal!!!!! Could feel the devastation.

  2. Lorry says:

    WOW. Very powerful. Hurray for you for speaking out.

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