This is me.
Do not grab. Do not squeeze. Do not poke-hit-caress-pinch-touch or otherwise inhabit.
Do not coerce. Do not drug. Do not demean – belittle – dehumanize.
You saw. You took. You threw away. And then you haunted – terrified – terrorized and did it again
and again
and over
and over
until I could no longer tell or desire or individuate or even breathe in –
my own skin could. Not. Burden. My. Shame.
Things have shifted.
I will not look over my shoulder. I will not wake up screaming at 2 am.
I will not exfoliate my thighs clean from your filthy hands.
I will not starve-eat-cut-drug-work-sex-run-hide-freeeeeeeeeeeeeeze
And I will not take your blame
any
more.
This is me.
Do not touch.
These knuckles aren’t bloody from punching my pillow.