-she wakes up, stretching and yawning
angelic, mysterious, with no provocation
she accepts my kiss, with no hesitation
and we talk, coffee in hand
-she is off to work, last night forgotten
regal, serious, with no playfullness
she accepts my smile, with no hesitation
and we talk, of the day before us
-she walks in, nervous and shaken
crying, hysterical, with one explanation
she accepts my arms around her, with some hesitation
and she talks, of last night and now
-she sits down, feeling wretched and rotten
drying her eyes and with no warning
she tells me her tale, with some hesitation
and she talks, of her first, then second rape
-sit down, feeling rage and sadness
crying in time with her, my poor little angel
she told me her tale, with some hesitation
and she talked, of her grief, suffering, and pain
-she lay asleep, her pain momentarily forgotten
i'm plotting, hysterical, revenge on my mind
she accepts my cradling warmth, with no hesitation
and i think, of the time to heal ourselves
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