his hand slightly grazed my knee, we had just gotten together. long walks in the park and late night movie dates was how we spent our days.
his hand slid up, mid thigh now. it has been a month, our long walks turned into late night cuddles and good morning kisses.
his hand had finally gotten up as far as it could, we have been together for a month and a half. our late night cuddles evolved into separate beds and midnight fights. he allowed himself control of my body, no consent given.
i pushed and pushed, kicked and screamed, all while he forced himself on top of me. time does not tell when consent is given.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere Around My Orbit
Poetryi've placed a piece of myself in each poem in this book. this is the story of me.
