Just don't look.
Your mind is cooked.
Just don't look.
As the wicked pull down your pants.
Your humility is at disparate pass.
Wondering if this is a permanent state they've cast.
Just don't look as they take advantage of you.
With your undies down who knows what they will force inside your insides.
Just don't move, they will hurt your subconscious while you are under.
Bound to be plenty of medical blunders.
They just pretend, that they care about what there looking at.
Cause it's laid bare in stirrups, and stretched to its limits.
And they can do anything required by the book, no thought for the aftermath that humiliates.
Just don't look, as your eyes are taped shut.
As the raping of the soul as the camera on a very long pipe is feed into you, both ends.
Shouldn't have this as a memory of a minor certainly.
Not supposed to look back or forward or forth without looking both ways.
Just don't look like there's a getting over this point of trouble.
Felt like a victim of circumstance, more times than ill'd like to admit.
And I acknowledge that parts of me died, killed off by hurt, injustices, others need to control.
Just don't look at the mirror, just don't look in T. V.
Just don't look as images in the mirror are closer than they look.
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WOWW!!! LILIANA!!....this is a VERY powerful and truly frightening narrative you've shared with us here......I cannot imagine having that experience but I have to admit the prose of this is compelling enough to help the reader feel the intensity and subsequent aftermath of such an experience!!....wow!!......ALL STARS & PINNED!!....you crushed this piece!!.......well done dear poet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
PS. If this is NOT a fiction then this is amazingly brave as well!!
Cool glad I crushed it, that was my intention for this bad experience that so many endure.
I have heard allot of medical misadventures true stories from people that where truly loved, when you're under, you are a piece of meat to them, and I object to doctors thinking only about the procedure not emotions when the cutting they did to the subliminal fights its way into personal nightmares.