Hands.
Hands just everywhere.
Touching, feeling, violating.
They have no business doing what they are doing,
But that’s not going to stop them.
Everywhere.
Touching.
I say stop. I say no.
There is no listening;
Why would they listen when they can get what they want?
They can overpower. They don’t need to stop.
Next the lips.
The lips never end.
I cry in the shower stall, no clothes, unable to escape.
Slumped against the wall, unable to move.
Voices,
I hear voices.
“The room is open.”
The hands go back to work and suddenly I’m no longer in the stall.
But still frozen.
Limbs are paralyzed. I see blood.
The crimson liquid on my legs, my breasts.
Pain.
Only pain.
Then it’s numb. Inside. It’s everything,
Yet it’s nothing.
I’m nothing.
Useless. Worthless. Nothing.
It’s not real.
It’s a nightmare.
The hands, the lips, the skin.
It’s just a nightmare. Nothing else. Or is it?
“How does it feel?”
Everything is burning into the darkness. Then there’s screaming.
Then there’s only light.
It’s too bright. Uncomfortable.
And the beeping is never-ending.
Beep. Beep. Confusion. Where am I?
Beep. Through my ears, my brain, and out my mouth.
I cry.
I said no.
The hands, lips, him.
He didn’t stop.
Blood.
Sweat.
I said no.
I said no.
No.