By processing bitterness,
Feeling dirty, unclean, and violated
But in my mind,
He is there with me,
Unbidden,
Grinning that simpering grin
Maybe he isn't in reality
Maybe he never thinks about it
But then, in my mind
I am looking at me
Through his eyes
All over time
A used thing
A pitiable thing
A violated thing
A thing which has no agency
A thing taken advantage of
A thing trampled
A thing that you can do anything with
A thing crowed upon
A thing to be caged
A thing to posess
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