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