Eyes scan my legs
Stare in disbeleif at his proposal
If he stripped me down there
I wouldn't have felt more naked
Bare and sick I held his gaze
The most intense hatred for man
Flashbacks fill my mind
Spinning I turn away
And remember
There will always be a trigger
I see the pictures
Lie me face down
Feel the same pain
Take me back to Market Street
People wonder
People whisper
He's gone I sigh
Still scared by the montage
Sickness I'll never forget
I wish he knew