Your eyes, they aim at my soul
Your hands, they come closer
Don’t touch me
Please, I beg
No!
…
I wake up
Drenched in sweat
The memory of your slimy hands
Makes my skin want to crawl away
To leave the bare death white bones of me
Still quivering under your malicious gaze
I hate you.
You cannot comprehend how much.
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