Poems

You

••TRIGGER WARNING••
Please do not read further if triggered by sexual assault

I remember the before,
When you were just a cute guy I was hanging out with, who had seemingly nothing wrong
And the during
When you pushed in and out too hard and made me bleed, and covered my mouth with your hand.
As if to silence your guilt or to silence me if I got to quiet.
And the after
When my skin felt too tight for my body and my skin was never clean enough, no matter how hard you scrubbed.
And when the new monster showed up and threatened to drown me in pills to escape the new lowest of the low that I felt.