the spotlight flickered on
as I retold the horrid tale
to my mother,
who ate up every bit
with a sugary spoon.
a tale of a monster
attacking me with a
serpent grin,
with hands that grabbed me.
clawed at my skirt.
how I was saved
by the bus.
how he walked away
with the promise of a
"next time."
how he was such a
disgusting thing
that the thought
made my stomach crawl
straight up my
throat.
and then my mom was calling up the police station, and I snapped out if it.
my stomach really did start to crawl.
