He smiled sweetly and said he was lonely,

let’s go for a ride down by the dunes.

Retracting the top of his new convertible

we sped along freeways and deserted back roads

while the radio blared Louie Louie.

I remember the sea wall where we drank straight

from the bottle until the swallow no longer burned.

The moon and the stars sunk behind his shoulder

and my stifled cries seemed to drown in the sea.

While my father slept I scrubbed my bruises

watched pools of red eddy at the drain.

You think I’m no body to use as you please

but I’m not just somebody whose all alone.
Rene Hunter @ House of Heart

Dedicated to all victims who fail to report sexual assault

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