He caresses my hand as I draw back
One wrong move and he might attack
Up the skirt or down my arm
All of my senses set off alarms
No I say
Just let me finish is his reply
It is only his hand yet I feel every piece on my body die
He touches my thigh and I'm too numb to cry
Putting my hand on his zipper
He holds it down
I feel the pressure grow
And I want to drown
In disgust I turn the car's wheel
Waiting for the only impact I can stand to feel
After this prom night all I wish for is those touches to be anything but real
©katherine
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