Goodnight...

Poem/story. In the moment writing.

Did you ask to come into my room?

Or did you creep in, to claim, to slay, to evoke your power on to me.

You licked here and there to awaken me.

Were you surprised that I asked you to STOP, NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

All to hear, Shhhh like a snake, I’ll be done in 5 minutes.

You held my hands down,

there was no fight, I just turned my head, gasped and went numb.

A blur it was and then you left.

Yet, moments ago you had told me that you weren’t able to drive home.

Naïve to have trusted you, to have thought as you as a friend.

To my shower I go, in hopes to feel clean, untouched by the likes of you.  

The irony, the agony of your indiscretion, somehow made me better, my life better.

Forgiven you are.

Yet remember, “you reap what you sow.” 

Author's Note

personal experience.