again

a poem about my sexual assault.

i let you touch me, again.

just because i like the satisfaction it gives you.

and then you do it again,

and again.

but this time, you touch me without my permission.

your touch is what begins to fuel my nightmares.

nightmares of when i would say no. 

every part of me screaming for you to stop.

but no words come out.

how did i let it get this far,

again?