I was four. Which is funny, because
One in four. This number seems low
To me because of who I know. So many
Survivors. People with broken hearts and
Violated bodies.
Stuck inside life with the worst moment
On repeat. Hear a loud noise? Away, away
Away I go. Down into the rabbit hole.
Only the rabbit isn’t late. He’s angry.
Drugging others is for cowards. The friend zone
Is a place where people live when they cannot accept
That sometimes women want men around for things
Other than sex.
And this is why I write. This is why I spent six hours
On four pages when on a good day, it takes an hour to write
Five pages. I am telling the story of a woman who survives everything.
Maybe if I tell her story I will believe it of myself.