Rants

1:30am.

I woke up, startled.

I had a dream, and I was wet.

Decided to ignore the sensation

and went back to sleep...

2:30am.

He was over me,

pushing his fingers in me.

In, out.

In, out.

I heard him say,

"you're so fucking wet,

you did it again."

That's when my mind woke up,

but my eyes were still closed.

I was contemplating

whether to argue and waste energy,

or allow him to fill me

thinking I've been naughty.

You see,

if I speak up, he'll think it's a lie.

If I don't, he'll assume.

I went with the latter.

I left him assuming I had another round

with my own fingers last night.

I will not be able to defend myself

from unwanted thoughts

and disgusted eyes...

'cause right now he doesn't need

any type of explanation.

He needs to see change.

So, I better start with myself first, aye?