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the taste of blood triggers a flashback
of screams unheard
screams that catch in my throat
silenced by the abusers
for too many years
as the flashback plays out
i sit here, shaking
trying to listen to outside sounds
but from inside children scream
cry uncontrollably
I feel so sad for their lost innocence
and lost childhood
lost to abuse
never again to be found