A warm scent.
A warm scent of which reminds me of the time you placed your hands around my throat to kiss me.
A smile of which comes from your mother right before you take me to your room.
A smile of which shows pity for me as you close the door.
You push my fragile body into the bed and rip off my clothes
A blanket.
A blanket of which covers my nakedness and the smell of cigarettes as you pull me closer.
A reminder that you will do this again.
A reminder that I can't say no or refuse this.
A reminder that I won't do it... But I should let go.
A call from a friend to tell me to leave.
A push to the edge when you offer me drugs and I say yes to get messed up to forget it all.
And then over again.
We do this over again.
All of this because you wanted to touch me.
YOU ARE READING
Warmth
PoetryThese are a few memories and letters and stories from my mind and imagination. ----- Photo credits to myself, but art credits to the artist.
