Touch Skin

-Touch Skin-
by Keaton Foster



Touch skin
Persecute
The boy within
Make him pay
Existing
A hell of a sin
Allow him
No escape
Pile on the shame
Leave him changed
Define his fate
At the weight
Of your sexual taste
In your twisted world
And now his
Love and hate
One and the same thing
Touch skin
Outward in
Ripping and tearing
Fearing everything
From this point on
There is no escape
Just the shame
Just the idea
Of what another
Could bring
Themselves to do
People are animals
But you
Were all monster
Age has since come
Older under the sun
Now you are dead
Rotting in some hell
I’m alone
In my own hell
It never gets easier
Nor did you expect it to
The responsible adult
Raped the child
Flesh and blood
Sins measured in disgust
It physically hurts
Even to this day
Ghost feelings
As if I’ve lost a limb
Shoot through my skin
Racing up my spine
Rattling my brain
Leaving me incapable
Of any form of relation
Alone I will always be
Hatred was your seed
It has grown
Intended or not
Into a lone tree
Standing in a forest
Of not only life
But of absolute fear
Touch skin
You could have done less
You could have let me escape
Finding another way
To display the sexual nature
In which you found gratification
You are now deceased
A guilty man never convicted
By any form or rule of law
You have been judged
God is not blind
Just less involved
I am here
Living in absolute fear
Feeling as if you
Are at times
Still here…


Touch Skin
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.