It’s the nightmare you forgot you had that nests in the back of your memory the most
The one that gets projected on the face of everyman showing sexual interest
You find your body shrinking into its 7 year old version shedding away all security and maturity
you start to feel dirty
You keep enough clothes on to cover the scars your mind has created and your body let fade away
You forget then you remember
It’s a nightmare you dream when you’re awake
It’s reality
His fingers were daggers at my innocence
He made my name sound dirty
Is it still abuse if i let him willingly
Is it still abuse if i never say it happened
Am i still a victim even if i don’t feel like one