It was my fault.
I shouldn't have smiled that way.
But if I just don't talk about it, I can make it not be true.
* * *
It's just.
I can't stop thinking about it.
The teapot is whistling. My mind wanders. And there he is again.
I feel him. Pressing against me. Testing then advancing.
I close my eyes. I wish myself away from there.
* * *
It's just.
I can't stop thinking about it.
On the subway. I feel someone's hand brush against me and jump sky high.
But it was nothing. Except there I am again.
In the small room. My room. Bright pink. My dolls hiding scared in the corner.
* * *
It's a good thing I'm strong now.
I can store away the bad stuff into porcelain container. Seal it up tight.
I can keep him away from me now.
If I just don't talk about it, I can make it not be true.
It's just.
I can't stop thinking about it.
