Hungry devil

It was a cricket match,
I suddenly remember

I was young, chirpy full of ambition and valour
I don't know why, during my darkest gloomy time
I remember the worst possible memories
I guess I need to face the facts
And get some alone time, some closure

So back again in the cricket stadium we are
I am fourteen. I am young. My body is begging to curve
I want to grab a quick grub, so I head to a crowded stall
But little did I know I would end up numbing down my nerves

Disorganized people just rush-in for no reason
And I try to make my way through to satiate my hungry pallet
And in the process I satiate someone else's desire
I had no intention of.

I go nearer to the core of the Mob
Pay the cash, but a hand comes and stops
Stops my heart, grabs my waist.
I think it is all messed up in the haste

But the firm grows tighter, and I realise quickly
I need to get out of this crowd immediately

I flick his hand, his massive, ringed chubby disgust
And I try to maneuver myself out
But the rings come back again

Slowly progressing down the waist
Up the waist, down the waist up the waist

I shudder. But I can't scream.
I run away dropping my snack

Lying to my sister who was waiting up the shack
Up down. Up down. I can feel those rings stab right into my stomach
Up down. Up down.
And he wasn't even left with a slightest frown.