Who Am I?

Please No CSS

            He was close, too close for comfort.

He nodded and laughed, put his arm around me.

  I squirmed.

 

                        Never had I felt so

Unwanted            or                 unneeded.

 

            Maybe he wanted to hold me, love me, take care of me.

                                    But his eyes

 

                        Told me a different story.

 

The one I didn’t want to hear.                                    The one that gave children nightmares.

 

            The story that was so much apart of me

 

It scared me.

It kept me awake at night.

Turning. Tossing.

Distant screams.

Muffled.

Yet heard.

                                    A cry of pain.

           A spout of howling laughter.

 

                               Me.

                       Silly, little, Ezra.

Reviews

[Tim Holt, Author]

beastly.... and mysterious hahaha