When you assaulted me I can still taste it

The way the memories keep clinging

My Photo

Chaste smiles

exchanged,

signs were hidden

your monstrous form

twisted and contorted

when doors closed.

Your hands on my neck

throat, a firm grip as you

forced me into the space

I can’t come back from.

I feel you above me,

reaching down into

my deepest recesses

your cologne is on

my tongue.

Hot water scoured

my skin for hours

I tried to burn

the memory,

I tasted

what you did.

Repeating, recurring

remissions as I fall

back into pitch black.

I see you as soon

as your smell hits

my olfactory senses

I’m brought to that

night fixating on