The Wait
As it rains
she watches the little white stick for a positive...hoping for it to blink negative, which would mean
her life could continue like
normal.
Going to school,
going out with friends every weekend, to that new Under 21 club
on Main Street,
the normal she’d become used to...
before he raped her in the back bedroom of his house,
and left her to bleed.
Which makes her think of that cut on her knee
from a grueling soccer game, where she scored
the winning goal,!
Cheered on by her
Mother and Father,
who take her to her favorite burger joint and
want her to admit that something went
horribly
wrong
at his house party....
But she can’t tell them today
tomorrow
or the next day.
But she can watch the rain fall
at her window...and wait
for a little white stick to say
no.
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