Memories of Being Touched

A moment in the life of the fictional character Amelia, who lives in my universe.

Memories of Being Touched

A poem by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza

 

I inhale the smell of Death

And the absinthe on his breath

He cuts toxic kisses into my nape

And then from between his lips does true fear escape

 

He tells me “It will be over quickly.”

And I know that the first time pleasures won’t make

He touches me and I grow sickly

“Ten seconds of pain is all it will take.”

 

His fingertips singe my flesh and come to fester into stigma

He wants me to give to him a place that is total enigma

I pray to God to save me now, “Save me, come, be righteous!”

All that God will show to me is how to exert His blindness

 

“I know you’re scared, I can feel you tremble.”

He says, whispering into my ear

While the buttons on my shirt start to dissemble

And then I felt the cold frozen tear

 

Reality tells me I can’t breathe because I’m choking on sorrow

I want it to end to see the Devil’s crow

“Oh, God, give the black skies to me.

That’s all I want reality to be.”

 

He tells me to face the wall and take off my pants

And I do so

And I have to pose for him in a w***e-like stance

My body tells me I don’t have the power to tell Him no

 

My body is only a vessel to Him

A flesh puppet with pleasure in every limb

I stare at the floor

And sweat with fear in every pore

 

He grips me

His fingernails drawing blood

He hits my face to break me

From my lips red starts to flood

 

I lay on the bed twitching in pain...

And his hand....

 

 

Author's Note

Memories of Amelia.