I so desperately want to
detach the
parts of my skin
that you left a permanent
stain on.
I wish that I could tear
the pictures of your evil
yet smiling face from my mind.
My age and ignorance
had no part in the sirens
that blared in my mind.
The scrambling and
aching of my gut that still flares
with the memories.
The muscles that tensed in my legs,
telling me to run.
I still see you. Even in the dead of night.
When my mind knows
no silence.
