She told me that
she flirted playfully,
inebriated,
eyelids heavy with sleep
from the drinks,
and the Benadryl
plus, the melatonin
that he gave her.

Then he laid her
gently down
while she barely stirred
and made no sounds
other than the shallow
breaths of slumber.

He took her pants,
slipped her underwear
to the side
so, he could slide
inside
while she slept.

I wept with rage
as tears threatened
to consume my face.

She continued the tale;
Told me of how when she awoke
she did not move
or speak up
cause she was afraid,
and because
she was used to
being used up
that way.

A thousand mile away
I heard her say
all those things.

Then she said
he was coming over again.
That he knew better now,
and he was her only friend.
I was crushed.

I felt I had abandoned her
when she needed
someone to talk to;

But we are long distances buddies.
There was no way
I could just up
and walk to
her house to hang out.

So, alone in a world made of
shadows that say they love her,
then hurt her
she pardons each assault
bares each ****** insult
and heads back in
to the lion’s den
to risk said pain
just to have a friend
who isn’t
a thousand miles away.