donttouchme

maybe you didn’t physically touch my skin, but the evil in your eyes when you would look in my direction was enough to make it crawl. you may not have laid your fingertips on my innocent body, but the thought of knowing i was a room away was horrifying to my young brain. maybe you didn’t breathe on my neck, but knowing how your eyes looked as i would turn around is enough to make me cry when i look in the mirror. you may not have struck my young self with your hatred-filled fingertips, but knowing the intentions you had in your mind as you hugged me are enough to burn my body as i wash off the sensation of your hands on my delicate skin.