the intruderMature

you were not wanted here,

and you are not,

have never been.

    

in your house

you are an undesired guest,

intruder,

softly dozing in blankets as i lay on the floor. 

my milk white limbs stained

with baby blue veins shouting out.

if you had hit me, 

the purple blush of a bruise

would scream of your abuse.

you have defeated me, 

and my whispered voice is little,

slowly silenced in shame.

    

you were not wanted here,

and you are not,

have never been.

The End

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