I remember it like it
was yesterday.
It was a misty, snowy day.
I was going about my
day, bright smile etched
onto my face.
I was ecstatic about the
joyful, winter holidays.
After a busy long day, it was
time for me to get ready to
catch the train.
As I ascended down the steep,
staircase, I was in for an unknown
fate.
No echos or footsteps could be
heard.
As it was getting late, I guessed
workers had left to go home.
I made my way over to the desk
to bid a fair well and a Merry
Christmas.
Somehow a disgruntled,
yawn escaped my mouth.
You stopped what you were
doing and noticed.
I recall you asking
if I was tired and I
of course replied yes.
I was ready to edge over to
the exit, however you called
my name and signalled for
me to come over.
I halted and then walked,
quickly behind the mahogony,
desk.
Your eyes flickered like you
were possessed, and you
laughed all of a sudden
like a complete maniac.
A knowing, smirk made
its way upon your lips.
I was too tired to even
pay attention, so I propped
myself on a chair.
I twirled around, and kept my
back pressed against the soft
cushion.
All of a sudden you grabbed
the back of my chair and said
'I'll give you help you relax,'
The minute them words escaped
your lips, I should have bolted
when the feeling of rough
palms, holsted me up.
As I swiftly turned around,
ready to leave, I was entrapped
in a corner all alone.
Your 6 ft frame hovered like
a tower over my 5 ft 3 body.
I felt like a prey about to be
caught in a trap.
There was no way for me to escape.
It was too late.
The next thing I know, your
calloused hands touched,
everywhere with force.
They gripped places, that you
were not given permission to
explore.
As you traced patterns on my
body, tear drops escaped my
tired, red eyes.
I experienced torture, so my
instinct and reaction was to
screech like a mouse.
You twitched then moved
away so fast.
At that moment, I felt as though
my insides were twisting.
I then found the courage to grab
my things and run out of the
building.
As I was sprinting away, I
noticed my hands were trembling.
My thoughts were racing, so I
grabbed my earphones, plugged
them in and wiped the tears off my
face.
I ran like the wind to get to the train.
On the way home, the only thoughts
pulsing through my head were why
did it happen?
Why did I feel so broken.
That night, I decided to lock
the deadly secret away.
In December 2018.
- I have never had the courage
to get this off my chest but I was
sexually asaulted in my work place
and the worst thing was no one was around to help. I have been traumatised since.
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Stardust Veins✨
PoésieThis is mixture of scramblings, disclosed thoughts and feelings. A glimpse into past situations and experiences that have not been brought to light. Some inspirational advice I would have given to my younger self, that I would like to share with oth...
