Thought Spiraling

Your Touch, I Remember

Thinking of your touch

Makes my skin crawl,

Covered in thousands of tiny spiders

That I scratch

And scratch

But only break skin

When I think about your arms tightening around me

My chest feels tight- a weight

Like that of a book

On a pressed flower

My ears rush with the same blood

My hands drew forth on my arms and legs

At the thought of sharing space with you

You, who has done so much harm to me

You, whose voice overpowers everything

Leaving me deaf

I see only you, your twisted smirk, surrounded by

The darkness you drag me in

Thoughts of your hot wet breath on my ear

Fills my mouth with the taste

Of bitter, burned, ruined remains

Remains of my once whole mind

Now fractured, solely by your toxic touch

A touch that I never instigated

A touch that has tainted

all of the caring touches

of those after you