Feminism, Politics, and Fun

That Night

Drunk, I lay in a bed that is not my own.

A bed in a house that is not my own.

On the cusp of unconsciousness, the world spins around me,

I struggle against the alcohol in my body trying to stay awake.

I should be safe in this bed, I am in a friends house,

He won't hurt me.

Giving into the darkness, I fall asleep.

Pain.

I struggle.

My pants have been pulled off.

Pain.

Something is splitting me apart, tearing between my legs.

He thrust.

I struggle.

Half awake, struggling to fight back, my body weak from drinking,

I try as hard as I can to get him off.

Just relax.

Chill out.

Don't make this harder than it needs to be.

I struggle, to no avail.

Pain.