...

did you think I would remember ?
that smell,
like on one unwashed,
the pungence,
days hence ...

did you think I would remember ?
that look,
that piercing glance,
the ignoring guise,
and feigned ignorance ...

did you think I would remember ?
those prying hands,
those hurtful actions,
that awkward fumbling,
like one rabid ...

I do ,
painfully, vividly, and
with a shiver I give in,
to those memories,
those nightmares ...

Yes ! I lose,
but not for long ...