fourteen

she

imprisoned

in a cave,

i struggle to

breathe.

awake for the

first time, i am

surrounded by

the smell of fresh

clothes.

"rosemary,"

sighs a boy.

i blink, it's south.

i blink again, it's

zander.

he reaches his hand

over mine and i jump,

scream. the memories

of his hands roaming

and hitting parts of

my body are as

lucid as clear water.

"rose-" he pulls away,

wide eyed.

my mouth is still open,

letting out sound.

but my lungs are failing

me and my heart is beating

too hard.

i thrash my legs around,

trying to kick him as far

away from me as possible.

someone takes him away

and i begin to sob.

-

him

she thinks

he is me.

she thinks i'm

a m o n s t e r.