h o n e s t l y

f e a r

i laugh at a stupid joke
for what seems like the hundredth time that day
when i feel cold
yet wet fingers
latch on to my neck
i turn around
just to see that it's him again
i laugh and act okay
but part of me is rotting
i let this go on
everyday
and i know he means no harm
but i cringe as i still feel the marks on my neck
again
and again
and again