I know it.

Whether you can see him or not.

I feel his eyes on me… there! He just whispered to me… did you hear it??? Right THERE he’s looking at me… I Can see him from the corner of my eyes… always taunting me! Mocking… chiding …. Assailing with his threats. Always embarrassing… always shaming… always there.

He licks the tunnels of my ears and sandpapers my lips. Can’t tell which words are his or which thoughts are mine. The feeling of being naked in a room full of strangers follows me… it sticks to my skin and swallows me everywhere I go leaving me trapped in the prison in was born in, leaving me defenseless against the-!