The Shine Journal

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Truth

by

Rachael Wohr

No one knows where my home is then.
Maybe ill sleep around the bend
How to get to school in the morn?
But i cant go, my clothes are torn.

Yet again I find myself ill
I hope I will mend, or get killed
The nurse cant say what is wrong
No one knows

I sing a soft Lullybus song
I know this feeling. Something is wrong
Nurse comes in and gives me the news
I was raped and now I am due
I lull back to sleep with just a song.
No one knew. 


Bio: "I am a teen attending an arts school in my hometown. I attend the academy for writing and have been asked to submit my work by a teacher. I keep up with your publication and was excited to attempt to submit here."

Motivation: A true event.

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