15mar
tw: sexual assault
a man made a rape joke.
my throat closes up. i can feel the hands pushing against my own. clawing their way into where they don’t belong. i give up.
a man made a rape joke.
i wait for the others to say something. call him out. anything.
silence.
the conversation slowly returns. again, the man is let off with no punishment or remorse.
a man made a rape joke.
i feel my lunch start to come back up. the familiar shaking hands and uneven breaths return again. i’m safe. i’m okay. i’m safe.
i’m scared. and alone. and this is normalised.
a man made a rape joke.
and i have to relive it every single time.
-wiltedpurple














