Sometimes,
I recall the feel of
your roaming hands
on my body
like a layer of paint
I couldn’t scrub off.
Other times,
I have flashbacks
of your hands
around my neck
like a noose
I once used
to run away
from these memories.
And some nights,
I wake up
screaming and crying
for you to stop,
but all I got
when I woke up
were the echoes
of your laughter
that still haunt me
till this very day.
Jynx Frostbyte 