Fuzzy pictures flash
in an out of my mind,
knowing that trying to remember the details
is a flight of turbulence
into a dangerous storm
that I don't know if I can survive.
Thinking about the anger in his eyes,
as I try to keep mine shut,
but it doesn't drown pout the noises
of it getting harder from him to breathe,
as all I can feel is his body on me,
his fingertips touching all over me,
and his disgusting breath
whispering into my ears.
It hurts so much to remember
those terrible things,
and to have to focus on them
no matter where they take me.
Because right now it may feel like
I am burning into flames,
but regaining your memory
is the only way to let the devil know
that I will do whatever it takes
to get over you
and all that you done to me!
