by Magella Cantara
(Content warning: this may be upsetting for readers who have experienced sexual assault.)
His eyes are black
And starved
Hands pinning me
On a soft hotel pillow
Where he was
The opposite
His lips maul
Mine
I’m sinking deeper
Into this mattress
I cannot move
His grip of iron roots
Has me naked as frostbite
In my throat
adrenaline has caught now
I’m speechless
He’s pounding me
Like an ax to an oak tree
I close my eyes count to 10 and imagine
My last love
How gentle he was how my waist
Was teased with each touch he made
How careful he was to take care of me
How we laughed how kissing him was kind of fun
Making me want to go back for more
unlike this stranger I didn’t even know
He devoured me with teeth that never smiled
So I picture my last love’s smile to pass the time
To somehow make this okay for
My last love was nowhere near this rough and yet nowhere to be found
This stranger is now full
His eyes no longer starved
So I guess that is that
it’s Over now
He was in for what he wanted
Collecting all the good in me
Just so he could survive himself
The only thing he forgot to
Take was “no”.

Illustration by Morgan Dyer
Categories: Arts & Culture