sitting in a chair
in that house
mind wandering back to that day
automatically you shut your legs tight
but you can't help but remember the pleasure
the feeling of being such a bad girl
but you knew oh so little
especially of how that one decision to be a rebel would change the rest of your life
suddenly you feel unsafe for if your parents couldn't protect you then how could they now
after all they were downstairs
simply a layer of wood, nails, and pipes
was between them and their baby girl
not oh-so innocent
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