A thousand showers of rain


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Rain patters against my window

It will stay locked,

like it always does

Until the tormenting noise slowly fades away,

The blindsiding lightening illuminates

the sinister face of my captor,

His sinful laughter

echoed by the ominous thunder

His groping hands on my wet skin

and his savage teeth on my flesh,

A thousand showers of rain

but the memory refuses to wash away

The wounds have healed

The scars have faded

yet my fear stinks of his boozehound breath,

Rain patters against my window

I cower in the dark wishing it would go away

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