Jump. Lurch. Squirm. Writhe. Tense. Coil.
I can feel it. Sometime's I'll be thinking about it.
Other times a memory comes loose, just another part of me not working right.
But I can feel him.
His mouth on my skin, his hand on my body.
At its worst, I feel exactly what he did.
There are just some senses you can't ignore.
It doesn't matter if you're staring at the moon.
YOU ARE READING
Taking back the Moon
Historia CortaA 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.
