TW: sexual assault

At the party you press me against the wall

Your tongue is an invader more than an inquirer in my mouth

My dress is too tight, my dress is too short

I don’t remember how I got here, I don’t even want to.

It’s been about a year of stolen glances

But I never thought you would go so far

Except that one time when maybe I thought-

But no, now I can’t think at all because you’re like a dragon

Shooting fire down my neck. Why can’t I breathe?

You lick the blood you drew from my lip

And whisper you love how my passion tastes.

Can’t you see? This is all so wrong it’ll leave a mark-

What’s worse, all the art will be blamed on the canvas.

I did this once at another party in another city-

I kissed a boy and we left to waste an hour,

I woke up soon enough to discover five years gone.

You ask if I want to stay up with you until morning

Don’t take this the wrong way but I just want to-

No. Please, I have to go home. I’m sorry- sorry,

Sorry to be a tease or give you the wrong idea

Sorry sorry sorry, please leave me alone.

Please don’t make me watch you pulverize my soul-

I didn’t even want to party tonight. Why did I?

Thank you for reading this poem. If you liked it, let me know and be sure to check out my recent work on Medium.

This short story is a teen fiction piece about a boy’s obsession turning deadly.

This poem is longer and more lyrical than “The Party of the Year”. It’s also more personal to me, so I hope you enjoy it.

BRD.

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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