the assault on my senses; wake up wasabi cringe pickled ginger so salty soy sauce crunch cucumber slime seaweed stickiness of rice smoothness of fish that is sushi the assault on my body; tense hearing him furtive footsteps look up late huge hairy hands pull into bushes ripping clothes grabbing parts that is rape the assault on my mind; covertly crying gathering rags running home calling out “nothing wrong” running bath “just need time alone” this is cover-up the assault on my life; I allowed sushi in like a man it took over my senses I can no longer taste semolina or porridge I allowed that man power like sushi, he took over I no longer abide with them and abhor all men
sushirape
the assault on my senses; wake up wasabi cringe pickled ginger so salty soy sauce crunch cucumber slime seaweed stickiness of rice smoothness of fish that is sushi the assault on my body; tense hearing him furtive footsteps look up late huge hairy hands pull into bushes ripping clothes grabbing parts that is rape…
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