Your touch on my body lingered.
It wasn't warm,
It wasn't wanted,
Yet my skin burned afterward.
I wanted to tell someone
And I did
But, their response?
"What was she wearing?"
I hope that building was loud.
THUD, THUMP!
RUMBLE, BANG!
When it came tumbling to the ground.
The same way that I did.
My confidence,
Will to live,
When you touched me without consent.
Do you ever think about me?
Does it haunt you
Every damn day
Exactly like it does for me?
The classroom you and I were in?
It's gone now
And, I feel lighter.
I hope that building was loud.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on whatever you need it to be~
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
