4 years, 4 months, 19 days.
4 years, 4 months, 19 days since you changed my world.
For 4 years, 4 months, and 19 days I truly believed I'd see you again.
For 4 years, 4 months, and 19 days I believed I would have revenge, or even just a little justice.
4 years, 4 months, 19 days and I'm just now realizing that in the same way that I am no longer the "her" that you raped... you may no longer be him, who raped me.
At this rate, I'm not sure what scares me more.
That you no longer exist in my world, or that I will never affect yours in the way that you forced mine to change.
If you're just a person as I am, then how can I continue to see you as a monster?
I'll never get the satisfaction of punching you or ruining your life.
Alexander Wright... why?
Just. Why?
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.
