this . is . not . poetry
i'm the the basement.
i can hear the sounds of cooking and people eating.
then, as i'm reaching into the napkin box, i hear the door close.
i thought that was weird so, i turn around and there he is.
we exchange a few words.
i start to walk past him.
he stops me by grabbing my arms. i can't move. he's hurting me.
he's touching me.
i panic.
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i love you, with all my heart, i love you. i'm really worried....and i don't know how to touch you, let you know that i'm here, in every spritual way, if not physical. please, talk to me, call me day or night. i'm sorry i couldn't keep you safe. but you are strong....strong enough, to get through this. and if you can't be, well i, katie, and any number of your friends, we'll be your strength until you're ok again. there is nothing else i can say....just know....i'll be your strength. your thoughts, your beat, until you can get it back.
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