His Hands

His hands

There like cactuses on my skin

His breath

Its like steam

Burning me and refusing me to move

Going up and down as my screams become silent

Why would he do this?

I just wanted to walk home

My clothes on the floor

And my bare body exposed

Scars going up and down my thighs

Eyes closing and breath stopping

I knew i would never get away

This was something i knew

I would never live down