you make
my skin
crawl.

i can feel you when
i close my eyes,
all over me, tainting me,
those fingertips gripping pinched
nerves, and you are mocking the shadows,
lording your weight over a helpless
seven-year-old girl.

but she's stupid.
what the hell could she know.

i hate the way you touch me,
the way you did all those years,
like cattle to be roped and tied...

06/19/2003

Author's Note: merp. i feel like i threw up all over the screen with this. :) and have no ending to mop it up.

Posted on 06/20/2003
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