the girl i wasn’t then
Lin da M. Crat e
you wanted my body
i wanted your soul
you wouldn’t give me
anything other than
your tongue of lust,
and i tried so hard to tell
you no;
but you made me voiceless
as if i didn’t matter—
i remember how you forced
my hand down your pants,
and then got angry
when i recoiled
as if you had any right to fury;
i was scared and terrified
you might lash out so i was kind
when i was really uncomfortable
and silent when everything in me was loud—
but if you met me now
i’d show you the girl i wasn’t then.
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Cauldron Anthology