His hands
they slide across my thighs
like sharp knives
I didn’t ask for this
but it became clear
my innocence is why he was here
I must have said no
3000 times
that word bore no register in his mind
should I have not worn this dress?
Did I force his hands to caress my breasts?
Did I jeer him on with my hips?
my lips
obviously, say something else to him
Perhaps I have to shout louder
kick him in his throat
perhaps we’ll both die here today
because someone couldn’t take a no!
