You would lie,
And in your story I would be the bad guy.
A night of bad sex,
You might call me the crazy ex.
You need to save face,
So you wrap up your sins in bows and lace.
While my memory of you lives on as the monster inside,
When telling why, you will always tell them that I'm the bad guy.
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.
