Summer 2012 Rape

Just write it. Just write it: what you thought, what you felt, what you didn’t want to feel. Just write it. It was late at night when it happened, roommate already passed out in her own bed, and my mind was somewhere else: in a great ship with tattered sails, sailing across angry waves towards a hopeful future. But that ship was lost in the toss, no one knew where to find it except him. So I write to feel what I shouldn’t have felt, to know that there is something to escape from and escape to. Eventually I know that I have to write about it. And I can’t pretend it didn’t happen. When I write, I can pretend anything. When I write, I can be whoever I want to be.