BlueInk Poets

Oh it's come
The resurgence again
He is here
Sending my pulse soaring

His secret sacred smile
Of devouring a child
His voice steeped in deceit and violence
His breath on my skin brought goose flesh to the surface

His eyes cold as stones
Breaking through my ice to reach me
I was uncomfortable as the devil
All I did was shudder
Defiance radiating from every part of my body
Every touch of his hands left an imprint that ate down to my soul
My anger grew by his every breath

After all molestation
I felt in my stomach
Knot of toads croaking
I felt repugnant
Filth haunted me
My self esteem tattered
My self confidence a rag
Now I know he was a scoundrel with a taste for spirits and little skirts
Now all I have is a baggage of "hate"

BlueInk Poets
Lady IFY
no to child molestation