Hated Touch

Your gentle hand entwines my own:
I feel tied and held prisoner
I remember that rough hand that grappled me,
To a certain extent.
Your slender arm smoothes over my shoulder:
I feel afraid and unable to escape
That disgusting finger that ran down my back
Savouring all the poisonous pleasures.
You pull my arm around your waist:
I remember what I was made to do
Be stripped for your sight that with held every detail
Have the educated sky look and stare.
You lead me around:
But I feel like a wounded puppy on a leash
Recalling my fears, what was and is blank
How I was touched and used.
You showed me off:
I felt publicly humiliated once again
A sickening thought erupting in my arid stomach
A 5 year old, man handled, at school
Dirty and filthy, I'm unclean, I can't bare it
That face, those hands, that touch, that voice
That look that would turn stars to death
Flashes before my innocent eyes.
I curse my being, his hands everywhere
Bringing hard, cold tears to my eyes.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-11-03 at 23:11

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