old.

a/n: was looking through my mudboard account (mudboard . com / Rae) (minus the spaces) and found this. decided i liked enough to post here.


they can smell it, the fear on you.
their eyes glitter maliciously as they examine you
(as though you were for sale)
(but maybe you are)
and they reach out, stroke your arm, your hair
into your personal space,
shattering the last illusion of safety.
and you close your eyes and wait for it to be over,
because you're too scared to fight.
and that is the moment when you break,
shame and disgust sneaking through you.
and when it's over and they're gone, you vow your revenge,
and you're stronger and weaker than before
and i'm sorry, baby, i'm sorry.