one left turn and it takes you to my old house. a right takes you to the police station. the memory creeps up inside, every time i see the sign two years. such a short time yet it feels like yesterday in my mind. i remember the smells. the sweat dripping off your body the dirt from the soil you worked your hands felt like leather from the labor of your day your voice soft and gentle, but behind it lay a lier and a demon creating so many nightmares so many destroyed memories broken hearts and dreams for one little girl that you chose to touch you were 35 i was 14