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.
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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.