It’s almost midnight & I now find myself delving further into my mind. How I got here? I’m not even entirely sure. His face suddenly appears in a flash in my brain, & I then wish I had the ability to scrub the memory from my mind completely.
The memory of a sly cheeky smile, once making my knees secretly buckle—now wracks my body with anxiety, fear, & shame.
The memory of your mouth on mine once felt right, so good—now I just taste bitterness & salted tears.
The memory of you between my legs, using my most sensitive spot to spell your name in such a toe curling & erotic way I thought I’d just die—after you were finally done with my body I wish I had.
The memory of your strong hands, so sexy so tantalizing—until you used them to pin my arms back.
The memory of that piercing moment,
when you pushed past my walls,
when you ignored my protests,
when you raped me.
When you stole my choice of who my partners are.
When you stole our friendship with that one moment.
Oh, what’d you call it? “It was only a minute”?
Within that “minute” you stole me…from me.
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