Wolves in Clothes

He’d been watching me for I’m not sure how long.

Something, someone had been watching me.

My movements, my breathing, my shifting.

It’s there- more so, They’re there.

Predators, coming and going like rain drops falling to earth only to splash and flood the ground. 

It’s suffocating, dragging me down. bringing me back down into the depths. 

In the depths lie cursed treasures that loom in the back of the mind. 

Reminders of unwanted touch, defraud, wolves in sheeps clothing.

They lead into deceit.

I was torn apart.

I choke, urges to scream well up into my throat. A quiet cry bubbles through my lips. 

But by the time I could do something it was already late. I was in too deep. 

I remember driving home after. No care was given to me by the one who owned the van.

I remember the love I felt for him, and how if I didn’t do as I was told I'd be abandoned again. I remember the man that watched me by the lake, and his smile. After I got away I was told it wasn’t my fault. I remember the first time all of it started. Behind the door in my own room. I remember the feeling, the choking, and being told,” not to tell anyone.”

I don’t want to remember.