the hot breath that breached out

of his mouth sent shivers down my naked body

saliva that was not my own seeped into my mouth

his enlarged hands gripped my ribcage pulling me closer

like a fisherman reeling in his next meal

like a vacuum cleaner getting its cord wrapped up

all nice and neat

when he knew someone would find us

on the couch

he rushed me to the bathroom

stay here for a bit

second grade me–

with pigtails and a barbie lunchbox

scurried to dress myself with my underdeveloped fingers 

clothes. shoes. hair. check.

the tile made my feet tingle

count to 60 mississippis

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