twelve
By: Ashley
dark.
night.
ice cubes moving in a glass.
closer closer
heart pounding
anticipating
waiting.
the outline of him appears in the doorway.
breath held
dread.
glass on the table
hands on my shoulders
my thighs.
“it’s okay” in my ear.
zipper down
hand on my mouth
“be quiet”
“be quiet”
under my shirt.
down my pants.
weight crushing me
molding me to the bed.
I try to be anywhere
anywhere but here.
the ice cubes in the glass
on the table
next to the bed
as he takes everything
from me.
I pray to no one
because there is nothing
and no one will save me from this.
he finishes.
zipper up.
“good girl”
he turns to shadow
turns to gone
but his glass is still there
the feel of his hands still on me.
and I am still here.
