I knew one day I'd see you again.
It was odd how you did not rattle me
overshadow menot even the slightest of sensory meltdown
I felt nothing
that I ever let you rob me of one iota of my life
you touched my hand
in some familiar way
with a smirk
and a memory of long dirty fingernails
of my smug spot of comfort
in the room of grownup me
thinking somehow I'd "remember" that touch
as if you still had that power
oh, the sliver of electricity I felt.....
it was huge
reminiscent of lust
gone to spirit
and wholly pure
without the ill-begotten evil that is you
what was your name again?
the only shiver I felt was contempt
and the washing of my hands under hot hot water
that could forever