nightmares invade my sleep
and i am once again
five years old
covers are ripped
from my frightened frame
and i shiver
though not from cold
my clothes are torn from me
and i lay still
quiet
vulnerable
obediant
desperately seeking
the portal of my mind
that shall take me away
until this is over
but in my sleep
there is no safe place
and i relive his brutality
until i awake
screaming for it to stop
and then i weep
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