I have the same dream.
The dream that excites me.
Waking up, do I scream?
Not wanting your in-between.
Twelve years old.
Walking alone.
Three approach me.
Starring at the graveyard trying to look away.
Hoping for avoidance.
Starring up and down my legs.
Passing by, heart racing.
The smell of liquor and your misguided tongue.
Asking a twelve year old for a little bit of fun.
Running, pulling hair.
"Where do you think you're going?Get back here."
Stone wall meeting lips.
Legs shaking.
Pain between hips.
Blade illuminating, turns being taken.
Taken.
Reliving the memory.
Waking up.
Exciting.
What's wrong with me?
Please old memories.
Stay away from me.