Cold. Hard. Immovable wall. Feel it against my flesh. Feel it connect with the back of my head. Nowhere to run. Cannot escape those icy hands that burn me. Scorch my flesh. I can smell it. Smell it burn from my bones. Everywhere you touched, I feel scar tissue. My body's covered. Felt my blood boil beneath your black-nailed fingertips. Screaming. Screaming something, anything. Out of agony, fear, anger, sadness. Retreat. Hide. Backslide to become that little girl again. Piggy tails ratted and matted. Tears flowing down those rosy cheeks. Same fears, different time. Look to my right... I see the lights. Blurry. Fucking hurry. For god sake. Just be done. I can't get you to stop. Can't make you leave. Can't get the pain to cease. I feel life slipping. Hope, faith, beauty... All of it ending. Slipping from my grasp. I can't feel their existence. But I still feel you. Every part of you. Your smoke filled lungs breathing heavily upon my neck, your calloused hands over my mouth... Around my neck, and your ugliness inside me. As deep as your ugliness can penetrate... It takes over. It still shoots a pain through me. As though there are shards cutting me deep.
I can't stop remembering. I can only fall to my knees and scream.
Scream. Blood curdling cry... And pray
Pray that, this time, someone hears me |
Submission Name: I can still feel him
