Trigger Warning: ****** Assault

There were five minutes until we had to be in the lights
when you dragged me backstage,
covered my mouth,
and used my deepest fears against me.

Four minutes when I tried to push you away,
but you didn't budge, instead whispering
"Just let it happen," while lifting my shirt
and pushing me down on your thigh.

Three minutes when your moans filled my ear,
you forgot about my chest,
groping your way down to my inner thigh.

Two minutes when I gave up fighting,
the tears being blocked by the dam of
your hand meaning nothing to you.

One minute when I shuffled to left stage,
every bit of me trembling in fear, disgust,
straightening out my clothes
and wiping my tears.

It's been five years since you
touched me in the worst way possible.
Through nightmares and flashbacks,
I remember it like it was five minutes ago.