through hell.

don't touch me.
it sends a flush of humilation,
miles long,
across my entire being.

ha. ha. ha.
joke's on me.

your touch scorns, burns,
engulfs me in flame.

this is a joke to you.
this is a life for me.

curves are a joke.
curves are for men
to ogle and grab
whenever convenient.

this is the last time
you'll touch me
without my consent.

you'll feel that flame when
everyone finds out what
you've done.

that flash of shame,
of horror,
of embarassment,
of the devil.

my hope for you is that
flame will torch you.

you'll be an ash in my fireplace.

The End

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