Best Friend.



Burns my throat

My head spins

Sun setting

He kisses me

No please

He’s on top of me

The moon is out

I can’t move

I can’t think

He pushed his tongue in my mouth

I pushed my head to the side

He didn’t stop,

Held my wrists above my head

Kissed from my neck to my chest

I wanted to say no or get up

But I couldn’t

I was frozen in place

His hands in my hair

On my body they move down

I push him off

I can’t let this happen


I knew him,

He wasn’t a stranger,

A best friend now worst nightmare

I feel so weak,


How am I suppose to go on after this?

I can’t sleep right,

How do I breathe?

I can’t.

I can’t even move.

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