HANDS
His
hands pushed on me
No
permission, assuming he can
The
wrong time, the wrong person
The
look given, the recoil intended, pushing back
Mouthing
the word “No” silently as to not give notice to those around
The
smirk on his face, my hands using more force to push his grasp away
The pain
disenchanting, asking for help
The goddess
of my liberation stepped in
He stopped
the trying
I am free!
~JRP
