the last time someone touched me
it was her hands around my throat
pure malice in her eyes
as you held her back from the kill.
this time, it was you
punching me in the mouth
the unspoken meaning
"this isn't like you."
it felt more like a kiss.
maybe if i get worse
you'll do it again
and it will be meaner
like i deserve.
YOU ARE READING
the harsher touch is what i'm used to
ספרות חובביםa short poem from Ouma's point of view; takes place in chapter 4.
