• He touches my sides
    What do I do?
    His hands stroke my legs
    I'm very scared
    His hands travel north
    What do I say?
    To make him stop
    To get away
    They get to my chest
    I am so scared
    He pulls me close
    I only stare
    His lips get close
    I squeeze my eyes
    Then the sound of a doorbell
    And he pushes me aside
    He goes to the door
    I run outside
    Its been 5 years since I've seen his face
    But trust me, sir, you are not missed
    As I stand next to your grave
    I lay a single flower and walk away.