Privacy

A ball is churning.

Rubber smell,

Almost yearning.

A small rash in my private place.

A private place at my face.

Questions attacking me.

I cannot explain.

Someone’s coming.

This time, who’s to blame?

False alarm.

Memory goes black.

Self protection.

Body under attack.

Child shuts down.

Don’t bother with sound.

No answers.

You’re bound.

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