Sometimes,
No,
A lot of the time I wonder.
Am I really that unremarkable, so forgettable?
Am I less than human?
Was it really so easy to see me as less than, inconsequential, waste of space, small, unnecessary, irrelevant, unimportant, not worth the effort -
That you had to do this?
Is it really so easy to close your eyes and sleep at night remembering what you did?
Is it so easy to convince yourself that you did nothing wrong, he said, she said, case of misunderstanding, confused, misinformed, mistook, couldn't stop, wouldn't stop -
Didn't care?
How do you live with yourself?
I can barely live with myself and I'm the one that survived it.
I'm not the one who didn't listen, wouldn't listen, didn't hear, didn't think, got caught up, couldn't come to my senses, didn't think of the consequences, didn't think of the person laying beneath my in tears and scared because I -
I didn't think.
You didn't think.
Scarier yet,
You probably
Still
Don't
Think.
YOU ARE READING
Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
