It smelled of dew when he held me down and unbuckled my belt. I saw the moon when he pressed my chest into the ground. When he whispered 'please' I didn't hear melodies. I didn't hear anything but breathing; silence. I tasted absinthe. Anything but breathing. Silence? I didn't hear. I didn't hear. Melodies, when he whispered 'please' into the ground. He pressed my chest when I saw the moon, and unbuckled my belt when he held me down. It smelled of dew.