Four words.
“Does that feel good?”
It's the only thought
In pushed down fog
That comes through
Like lightning.
I was nine,
Feelin’ fiiiiine
And he was sixty and change.
He groped when no one was lookin’
But I talked it off
Laughed it off
Scoffed at the thought
Of
When I heard
“Does that feel good?”
I cried and was silent
I shook my head,
I remember.
Or is that wishful thinking
A wanting end to what happened.
But it didn't end
Did it
“Does that feel good?”
Turned to
Face in pillows
In those positions children make
When they snore
And hang half off the bed.
Positions children make in adult situations.
“Does that feel good?”
I don't know
I don't think
I weep
So so silently.
“Does that feel good?”
I can't feel anymore.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC
Four words.
“Does that feel good?”
It's the only thought
In pushed down fog
That comes through
Like lightning.
I was nine,
Feelin’ fiiiiine
And he was sixty and change.
He groped when no one was lookin’
But I talked it off
Laughed it off
Scoffed at the thought
Of
When I heard
“Does that feel good?”
I cried and was silent
I shook my head,
I remember.
Or is that wishful thinking
A wanting end to what happened.
But it didn't end
Did it
“Does that feel good?”
Turned to
Face in pillows
In those positions children make
When they snore
And hang half off the bed.
Positions children make in adult situations.
“Does that feel good?”
I don't know
I don't think
I weep
So so silently.
“Does that feel good?”
I can't feel anymore.
If you can't glean the context, I won't be the one to clarify.
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