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Bad Touches
No sex. Keep it far away from me. I'm still a child.
I'm safe without sex, without what it represents, without the years of repressed memories, of bad touches that were good in a way, bad touches that led me to crave bad touches, that led me to respond only to bad touches, that led me to the memories of when they began. No sex, no bad memories. and sex sometimes to relieve the pressure, like a sealed pot boiling on the stove moved to the back where the ebullition is lessened, before it explodes, before I explode, boiling bad memories, bad touches that need to come out, come to light, be exposed, because that's the only way I feel better. Bad touches are good, but don't endure because they're dirty, and dirty sex only happens one time, then it disappears, I make it disappear. Bad touches don't come out with words, bad touches, bad memories, with dirty sex vents so I don't explode. I am still a child. © 2014 Nicholas Emeigh |
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Notes: This poem was written on Saturday, February 8, 2014. I usually write a description, but I don't think one is necessary here. If you'd like to discuss the topic, or if you too have suffered such abuse, e-mail me. We can give each other mutual support.
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