This Is the Rape Joke


You fall asleep with his
fingertips
burning through your skin
and you can still feel the
residue
of his kiss and his teeth
pressed against yours
long after he's dropped you off
at home.
He is the lump in your throat.
He is your chapped lips and goosebumps.
He is everything that made you so terrified about love
but so excited to seize it.
He is everything now.
And God, everything feels so good.
But two months later,
you come home shaking, followed by a trail of
blood and salty teardrops,
with the endless foreboding ache of
irreparable heartbreak
and your happiness is leaking out of you into a puddle
on the floor
and you're on your knees neck deep in your own tears screaming
"Oh my God I didn't mean anything to him!"

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