He touched me
Sweaty hands on
Innocent flesh
I can't tell
He told me if I
Told he would kill
Me
He touched me
Oh God, I feel dirty
I scrubbed and scrubbed
I can't get him off
I still feel his
Smelly breath on me
I want to tell
I want to tell
He touched me
He hurt me
I'm so scared
He could do it again
Can't talk to no one
I want to scream or
Die
He touched me
Locked door, muffled cries
Stained sheets, Innocence stolen
Shadows unprotecting
Hands gropping
I'm soiled, unclean
I want to tell
I want to tell..
PI novel set in Manhattan during the 1980s when art galleries and model agencies were the two most glamorous businesses in the world. Dangerously well written.
Read Chapter 1 here: https://www.lit4u.com/art-and-beauty-chapter-1/
Literary Titan
PI novel set in Manhattan during the 1980s when art galleries and model agencies were the two most glamorous businesses in the world. Dangerously well written.
Read Chapter 1 here: https://www.lit4u.com/art-and-beauty-chapter-1/
Literary Titan
"We walked in on a surreal scene. There are few words, if any, to accurately describe the abject horror..."
What Jeannie and Kevin McDonough saw was a wanted, multi-state serial killer about to take his next victim - their own daughter. W
david
I feel like to do scream...but this keeps happening.
Nobody hears.
Awesome poem.
John
Love, JC xoxoxo
Love Tinka
[[[[[HUGS LINDA]]]]]]
Excellent!
TRASK
I personally felt the pain in this write. It is only in the telling that one can finally begin to heal. Thanks for sharing this one.
Tami