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*warning* poem below contains triggering and sensitive material. Sexual violence, assault, and abuse are topics mentioned.
when you look at me like that you know I don't know what to do. I freeze and stare back at you. Washing my body again. Over And Over Again. I feel bad for your wives your kids' lives. When I was young predatory men would feed me those same lies. He brought his friends over to get me drunk. I stumbled to the couch, unable to get up. "Don't worry babe. We'll make you feel better about getting kicked out" fucked me Again and Again. I woke up with chapped lips and eyes Pain along my thighs A large tear in my pants Phantom feelings of hands Grabbing Gripping Groping when i was fifteen. Washing my body again. Over And Over Again. |