A Note To The One Who Broke Me
You tucked me in
and stripped me of my clothing.
I couldn't move.
You grasped my torso and groped my groin.
I couldn't move.
You dismissed my demands to stop
and plunged your fingers into me.
I couldn't move.
You exposed yourself
so that our bare, naked skin could touch.
I couldn't move.
You smothered me and kissed my neck.
Your penis penetrated my stationary body.
I couldn't move.
You stroked my vulnerable figure
despite my slurred begging and helpless crying
for your body to submerge from mine.
I couldn't move.
Don Matthews
Sat 4th May 2019 03:03
K
Thank you for having the courage to write about this to a sea of strangers. It is not easy. As Jason says most normal human beings care and will empathise. I believe most people in our WOL community fit in into this category.
By writing this you have also accomplished something else important.
You have told others they are not alone. Sharing plays a major role in healing, and understanding. Thakyou again.
PS
On a poetic note that last repeating line 'I couldn't move' hits like hammer. A very effective tool of K