Don’t touch me.
My skin crawls when your fingertips,
Run up my arm.
Your unforgivable spree,
While you press your crusty lips.
Did enough internal harm.
Don’t touch me!
You did your eternal damage,
My self worth destroyed.
Can’t you see?
I can no longer manage,
My heart void.
Don’t touch me...
I’ve had enough of the violation,
The penetration goes through my soul.
I am no longer free.
My demons will forever attack me with fascination,
Until I am no longer whole.
Don’t touch me.
The search for saving was useless.
No one believed me or did they?
Just let me be.
Continue playing clueless.
This game I do not want to play.
About the Creator
Jessica Santiago
I am a mother to a beautiful baby girl named Kiomi. I am active duty military with a love for writing and art.
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