He didn't force me, I walked into that house willingly. Eager steps to escape the row of cars, the buzz of people.
I kissed him. Sweet cannabis stained tongue. I took his mouth into mine and held it, like a breath underwater.
I chose my own drinks, paid for them myself. Counted coins and pinned my hopes on you and your fake ID.
I remember it well. No force. No bait. The chatter of strangers in a cramped kitchen as I tried to sleep.
I left the door unlocked. Would anyone? Footsteps on soft carpet, quietly caught me, unawares.
Hands and tongues carve scars into my body. The kind that don't turn silver and fade. A permanent reminder of Hell.
Something changed within me that night. A new found fear. Sudden terror at an innocent touch. The people, too loud. The sun, too bright.
Scrutinising me. Judging me. Burning me down to the bone.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
He didn't force me, I walked into that house willingly. Eager steps to escape the row of cars, the buzz of people.
I kissed him. Sweet cannabis stained tongue. I took his mouth into mine and held it, like a breath underwater.
I chose my own drinks, paid for them myself. Counted coins and pinned my hopes on you and your fake ID.
I remember it well. No force. No bait. The chatter of strangers in a cramped kitchen as I tried to sleep.
I left the door unlocked. Would anyone? Footsteps on soft carpet, quietly caught me, unawares.
Hands and tongues carve scars into my body. The kind that don't turn silver and fade. A permanent reminder of Hell.
Something changed within me that night. A new found fear. Sudden terror at an innocent touch. The people, too loud. The sun, too bright.
Scrutinising me. Judging me. Burning me down to the bone.
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