Defriending My Rapist
Article By DORRI OLDS
I remember
Cold gravestones
Cemetery at dusk
Shimmering shirt
Hoping long hair would cover my blemish
I remember
The burn of Bacardi
How you insulted my face
Complimented my body,
My pathetic pride
I remember all five of you
How you held me down, took turns
I scrambled to find my panties
Screamed to wake the dead
Found my voice, too late,
Stumbling among unseeing tombs
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