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.