The smile,
His smile,
It sickened me.
His fingers would touch me.
My bare skin.
Shivers were sent down my spine.
My hair would stand on end.
My mouth would go dry.
My head ready to explode.
I was that scared.
I always shut my eyes,
Tried to block it out.
But it's there,
Etched in my mind.
Like a photograph,
I will always have it.
Clear as day,
In my mind forever.
Now that's,
That's my dark secret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem