It should have been a beautiful dream on a beautiful day
Ambient skies and velvet sheets surrounded by bubbles
The bubbles never popped, they bounced and flew
In this heaven-like watery state was me and my friend
A romantic landscape, but only in appearance
His hands around my neck as he pounds me
On the floor just how he did before and you're silenced
Afterwards he leans over and kisses me
Something that felt too dark and real
If your best friend does not believe you
When you say you've been raped
Why would a stranger, or policeman,
bother to lend an ear?
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire. Visited 20+ countries. I've written a couple of poetry books and also published a dystopian novel called Game of Mass Destruction and a horror novella called Heavenly Seas.
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