The Need of Air

More than three years now.
Does the time help?
Does the space help?
She tested the waters, stayed silent
Maybe there's a way out of it.

Weak and vulnerable
She hates falling for that
Instead,
Strong and fearless
In order to take back
The night

They* insisted
When she said no
She was sixteen
Clueless but done
The night went on.

She washed her mouth
Disgusted
She'll never get rid of
The taste
The feeling
She gagged.
What was this?

The hands on her head
Pushing forcefully down
Her throat reacting
Wanting to throw up
The need of air
Tried to use her voice
Her hands frozen
Couldn't even focus
But her neck and back
Tried to stand up
Against this assault
Yet couldn't get up
Til they* were done

They* came back
And thanked her
Told her
She was the best,
'Very talented'
That was no compliment.

But she took it
To make her forget.
Hopes to move on
And forget.

The question now is
how do I forget?
♠ ♠ ♠
*They was used as a neutral pronoun.

Originally didn't want to share this because of 1) the content of the writing and 2) I personally don't know if I should even call this a poem but writing it at the start was a mistake I made because as I was writing some of the details down, my throat began to feel strange and I almost couldn't breathe. But something made me want to post it.

If anyone suggests I should take this down, just message me.
(I also didn't want to put in tags on this poem.)