Dear “friend”

Dear “friend, your images

branded into my memory,
hot with pain and guilt and hurt.

Your images
flashing constantly
inside my head.

Your greedy hands

touching me, feeling me,
wanting more, more, more.

Slithering up my dress,
creeping down my back,
Holding me down.

Images
of locked doors,
Scattered shoes, and drunk friends.

Remembrance of hot panic that

hijacked my soul
Alongside your first stride

Your hands
Felt like bugs crawling under my skin
Invading the comfort of my body

It started to hurt
Your moans echoing
Your hot breath on my face and the stench of beer

“Dont act like you dont want it”

But it was you
That took away all my hope

Images still so vivid

And my biggest regret being
The first sip of that beer
Congratulations, you fooled them
But dear “friend”, you're’ not even a man
Not a little, not at all