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