A Young Boy's Encounter with Him
CW: Sexual Assault
I could spend days describing the locks you put around my ankles
The cracks you put in the foundation of my character
You chiseled away at me with your rough hands
Covered in the dried up tears of those you chased before me
Covered in the shame you wipe away from your brow
When you sweat from hiding the truth of your character
When you run through hellfire to escape your actions
You cast a shadow that leaves frost on the ground beneath it
You reached your hand up my shirt expecting a loving boy’s heart
But all you felt was the crumbling of my fragile childhood
It fell apart in your palm and blew away in the wind
Never to be repaired, never to be found again
I never would’ve thought I’d feel your hands 12 years later
They keep me up at night, mind running like drive belt
Running the motor that drives my hate for you
Running the motor that drowns out the sound of your whispers
A motor fueled by an unwilling attendant
A motor that's been running for way too long
It burns a fuel that fills my mind with a toxic gas
It burns a fuel that keeps the fire in my heart burning strong
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