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He could never commit such an act. A sin. A delight. He would never have given into temptation. No not him.3
I lay awake sleepless. Soulless. Letting the stars and clouds wash over me. The rain dripping like water droplets from a rusty basin. I caught each one as they fell. Holding the clouds drifting fog. Letting them seep through my fingertips.4
My mind. It was distant, murky, shadowed and black.5
I strained my eyes squinting up at the sky. The sky held so many secrets. Secrets that were light years away from being revealed. 6
I was the sky. Black, clouded and sparkling with life. Yet I was masked by the great unknown. Secrets that no-one knew or rather I did not.7
I could not remember the incident that everyone was talking about. The incident that everyone was trying to hide from me.8
I wondered why I was so far behind everyone else. Why I could not bring myself to be like my peers. Why men seemed so repulsive. Men- All but one.9
I was no lesbian. I did not fancy my own kind. I was brought up to respect it. My mother was a lesbian herself. She had always been and he still stuck around even though we all knew who my mother really was. A dyke. 10
Was that the reason they had created these secrets I was never to know? Did they make them up to hide behind their own clouds? To cover their own stars?11
I could never be like them. I was not my mother. Still the question remained.12
Why could I not bring myself to be touched? Why could I not touch myself? Was it because he was gone. The only man in my life. The only man I had ever loved. Or was it because deep down inside somewhere behind my own clouds there was a secret after all. 13
Did I know the truth?14
He never raped me. No not that clever con man. No, not he. No not my father.15











I do think this is an excellent piece, especially for a short one, you've communicated a lot with clever use of words.


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