Breathe, he said.
I do not want to breathe
I want to pull my pants up.
Heyheyheyheyhey,
Your curfew isn’t until 10pm-
What’s your rush? he said.
My rush is your breath in my mouth
On my neck
Down my blouse.
My knee, your hand.
My fist, your elbow.
Nothing doing.
Innocence had a curfew, too,
I guess.
And time was up.
If you have dealt with a sexual assault and you’re still struggling, get help.
There is a lot of help in your area, I promise you. And therapists are standing by to listen and care about and for you.
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