smile, rosemary

fourteen

she

imprisoned
in a cave,
i struggle to
breathe.

awake for the
first time, i am
surrounded by
the smell of fresh
clothes.

"rosemary,"
sighs a boy.

i blink, it's south.
i blink again, it's
zander.

he reaches his hand
over mine and i jump,
scream. the memories
of his hands roaming
and hitting parts of
my body are as
lucid as clear water.

"rose-" he pulls away,
wide eyed.

my mouth is still open,
letting out sound.
but my lungs are failing
me and my heart is beating
too hard.

i thrash my legs around,
trying to kick him as far
away from me as possible.

someone takes him away
and i begin to sob.
-
him

she thinks
he is me.

she thinks i'm
a m o n s t e r.