9,
I was invaded,
A personal space to be kept hidden,
Was shattered with the memories,
Of the father hovering above me.
11,
I was invaded,
My brain tracing the outlines,
Of models curves,
While I refused to eat in the presence of others.
16,
I was invaded,
A duck and weave,
As I avoided the fist,
Of my boyfriend's tensed muscles.
17,
I refuse to be invaded,
My lungs a dark red,
Screaming for me as I defend myself,
And it all stops.
I was not invaded.
- M.Y.