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Bed 's response

My bed calls. The chirping of the birds is swallowed by the gentle yawn of the wind. It's night. My bed calls. As I lay my head on my pillow, a virtual appearance of the day I've had flashes before my heavy lidded eyes. The morrow will be better I say but deep down, I commit my spirit into my maker's hand. In my heart is the prayer that I'll do better tomorrow, if the night doesn't lure me into its unsuspecting clutches. My bed calls. And this time, I end the call to the realm I see and answer

Silent Prayers

When is it called rape??... Is it when he forcefully penetrates against my will??..when he threatens me with a knife?.. or when he drags me into the woods and has his wicked way with me??... Tell me cos I'm so lost. Do I scream for help or do I just let him take what he wants?... If I scream and people come, will they understand the fact that I started it but didn't want it?.... No!! I'll be quiet. I'll lie here with my legs at odd angles, my skirt torn as my friend, now turned tormentor, forcef