A good day there would be little blood
A bad day, she could paint the room
Though, that was a definite mistake
But then again, she was just a beginner
Not a virgin as such
She was never a virgin
The stomach was the best place to cut
It was hidden
Like the guilt
Eating away everyday
Birthdays were the worse
His special occasion
You didn’t bleed so much from the stomach
The pain was also stronger
But it was a nice sort of pain
It belonged to her
The years have passed
Seemed strange
One more special occasion
The grandkids had never met him
They watched as the curtain closed on him forever
She turned away
Unconsciously touching her stomach.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Her father abused her, so she found comfort in cutting herself.
Powerful words Paul, abusing children is a disgusting thing that abhors me.
Andy
Sadly, it happens, Andy.
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