Bruised, bleeding, crying

One cowering

One towering

One stifling screams 

One causing the want to scream

He does what he wants 

She quivers at his touch

'He is the devil himself'

She thinks as the haphepobia in her grows

The haphepobia feeding on her hope

Before she would scream,

Pleading for anyone to save her.

He'd pound her 'til she stopped 

While he snarled deep in her ear

She found out that was no one,

No one who cared beyond that door.

Or at least no one who cared anyway.

She lost hope as the days went by

And even forgot the life she had.

Although he friends, family

And loved ones never forgot her.

Even as some gave up on finding her, 

They never forgot.

And yet the trauma forced her to forget.

When the police found her a year later,

She clinched at the slightest touch

And wearing clothes felt forgein.

They called her by her name

But she didn't reply to it.

She had forgotten her own name. 

When reunited with her family,

She flinched at their embrace

But recognized their scent and touch.

Her forgotten life came back to her

In a flash and she began to weep.

Those tears were the first happy

Tears she had ever wept.

Her haphepobia is still there.

And yet, she still made a life

For herself with a change in mind. 

CrazyCatGuy3  Here's the poem I told you about the other day. 

Haphephobia means that you are scared of people touching you or touching people. 

-Written May 20th-21st, 2019-