He haunts her in her dreams
And the way he touched her skin
The way she cried for help but he covered her mouth
The way he whispered in her ear to keep it down
The way he slipped his hand down her pants
The way he fingered out every last soul she had left
The way she cried and he said “you know you like it so stop crying”
The way he told everyone that he finally got in her pants
As if she were some trophy
But they had no idea that she was sexually assaulted
She lied awake countless nights
“why me?”
She blamed herself
She looked in the mirror and hated what she saw
That girl in the mirror
Is me…
- KW
