A M A I R A

Darkness surrounds me as the memories of that day flood my mind, the touch, the crawling touch against my body. I thought I was okay, but why am I here again, crying in my bathtub as I feel the disgust roll under my body? My hands itched with that touch, and I could still feel the prints on my body. I rubbed the water on my skin until I didn't feel that touch, but still it didn't go away. It was burning against my body, reminding me of my childhood. Of the little girl, who didn't know what was happening to her.