Vile, revolting hands
that touched me.
Something as small as a shoulder-tap
felt as icky as if the grubby hands
had touched where a swimsuit should cover.
Harsh, degrading words
that cut as deep as any razor I'd used
to try and get rid of the feeling;
the dirty, worthless feeling.
Disgusting, glittering eyes
that greedily tried to eat me up
while pinning me down.
I felt naked while fully clothed.
Horrible, ugly face
that I had to see each day,
and that spit on me once or twice
when I walked by.
These haunting, creeping memories
have suddenly begun to crawl out of the grave
where I'd buried them years ago.
I thought the past was gone,
but I guess I was wrong.