Fiction writing, no need to worry over anything. My writings are stories of fiction nothing more. Very rarely do I ever post anything that is a story that is non fiction, unless they are essays. Enjoy 

How can my body hurt this much?

I shake and shiver, I cry and scream:

The flu racked my body, causing me to reject

My own blood, being ripped apart.

Simply innocent, I rested in the bed,

Letting the blood enter me so that I

May survive. He helped me when 

I lost and suffered and mistrusted.

He gained my trust, I felt safe, 

We talked and he helped me cope;

My broken family didn’t love me.

He used my body for pleasure;

My body, my temple, was destroyed

By a trusting face with a twisted desire.

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