I was set on fire.
I don't really understand how
A memory is so powerful still.
How many more years does it need?
I daydream about being a person
Who can enjoy every touch
And not have to be prepared
For what reaction might
Escape my body.
I've read all I can about this
And still when it happens
Every thought and affirmation
Is blurry and reading it is impossible.
And even after writing this out
It still burns too ******* much
And all I can think is
Run
Run from yourself
And this body
And the memories it holds
And the poison it injects into your veins
Everytime you think you're well and
This time the sensation of being touched won't feel like you're killing yourself