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
