Violated

Trigger warning/rape. Poem about that one time my friend tried to rape me while I was asleep.

Feigning sleep to avoid his touch,
He crawled in beside me.
A single bed, clean sheets.
I lay still, breathing slow.

It was almost too much.
He lifted the sheets to see.
Already, I wished he would cease.
Steady, slow, soft. A metaphorical tiptoe.

He pulled my clothes away, careful not to nudge,
He groped me.
And suddenly I felt the heat
Of him against me. No.

No, I thought.
Yet, I just lay there.
F**k off, I thought.
And yet, I just lay there.

He still calls me, I avoid him.
When I think of him, I feel sick.
I don't want to see him.
I dont want to think of him.
But I do. Sometimes.

Author's Note

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