your hands grab my wrist
maybe youre falling
its a crowded train
we can all barely breathe
everyone is touching everyone
backs leaning on backs
its normal
its fine
but something about your hold is different
it lingers
hands on my hips
pushing yourself onto me
not once
not an accident
again and again
up and down
up and down
my heart races
i cant move
i try to get off the train
you hold me back
i cant breathe
i cant move
maybe at the next station
you continue
we arrive at the next station
i wait until the last possible minute
i run out
i run out of your grasp
i dont look back
i should have looked back
i cant breathe
is it my fault?
am i a magnet?
to the men who dont know me
but who choose to know my body.