Laser cut.

The way their eyes look

at my unclad legs

and then run all the way up 

to my thighs.

But they don't cease there.

Its like their sight hits the surface of my skin

below the impotent covering of fabric.

The tilted heads and that one lewd smile

drowns the heart in a moana of precariousness.

The mind cant stop the lungs 

from giving out every breath

like it were a huge wave trying to escape a storm.

With every passing second,

with every obscene smirk,

the feeling of vulnerability spreads to

yet another inch of my soul.

My grandma used to tell me,

"Darling, words hurt the most" 

But today I want to tell her that

Grandma some people don't even need those.