Sleepless in foetal slumber 
Eyes closed yet wide and irredescent to your indescrections 
The dark lays like a veil underneath your rough hands 
As they inappropriately trace my delicate infants body 
I do not move 
I cannot out of fear of what you’d do if I dared to 
but I should think myself lucky really 
you spared me from the full extent of what your evil could have done 
but still I can still feel the weight of your hands like a tonne of bricks pushing down on me 
now ,can’t let anyone too close .
what you did comes like back in 
blows to my psyche