touching myself. swimming in a tide of tears. the music is deafening, pouring through my ears and out my parted lips. a girl with tight jeans, tubes of mascara and lip gloss, a lacy bra, and a smile of infidelity is splayed out on my bed. shes licking sugary kisses off her flat stomach and stretching her body playfully like a purring cat. shes hiding pink blossoms in her hair and wishing she was screaming RAPE loud enough for all the block to hear. she wishes someone would come in and save her from this, but she stays quiet and licks her trembling lips. its almost over anyway she tells herself. dont bother others with your problem, you probably deserve this anyway. consummation jeers down at her, snapping its devious tounge in vicious contempt. i dont care anymore. i dont care. i dont care.
[oh god just please go away]