Cold soulless blue eyes follow me
Hands and eyes wandering my frame
“Does that feel good?”
His hot breath on my neck
my small hands gripping the cigarette burned couch
I disappear into my head
Away from this empty basement full of my fears
No has never been a word that others have heeded
Instead they carve out pieces of me
Greedy to take their fill before discarding me
I want to rip off my skin
To get away from the ghosts that live there