i can feel it, in the pit of my stomach
the memories, they’re back
the thoughts come rushing in
and i can’t stop


The sickness crouches up my throat,
his hands on me, his breath on me
it wont stop. He wont stop


Smile, it’s okay. you’re safe here, you’re at home
he only lives 3 bedrooms away, it’s fine
it’s not like his touch is everywhere.
it’s not like he consumes my every thought


You’re safe now, he reaches out his hand
i stare at his hand, i know what it’s touched,
i stand there waiting for his gaze to trail
it never does, he moves closer; i step back


My skin, is no longer skin
it’s glass and who knew
all it took was one touch
to break me


i’m gone.