i feel their fingertips across my bare body
their greedy hands around my waist
their sinful fingers in places they shouldn't be
their lustful eyes examining my body as if i was some sort of...
i wake up screaming
still unaware of where i am
or who i'm with
you try to calm me down
but i don't know who you are
and you tell me that it's all okay
but it's not okay
i can't control my nightmares the way he controlled me
i can't push these thoughts away the way he pushed himself onto me
i can't look at you without thinking that you're of the same breed
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
