the young girl came back home last night with a vacant look in auburn eyes and a sense of what it means to be dead.
she shows us the language of unwanted touch. first, the way it takes words and slurs them changes words like ****** to daddy because you are afraid of where he will touch you next and you learn you need to speak his language if you want to survive.
second, the way it takes aching and twists it changes words like love and turns it to lust but you are just trying to survive so you stroke his ego before you can strike his ego.
third: the way you have died one hundred deaths and could not articulate them in a language outside of the ******’s.
the rapists tongue is yours now you know how to speak it but refuse all opportunity to because you are so afraid i will become like him.