I froze when she touched me at that freshman dance.
I ran when her hand was making its way up my skirt.
I distracted her before she put her hands all over my body before I realized.
I moved my knees over just an inch more that way he would touch me from the driver’s seat.
I blindly made myself forget what she did because she was my friend.
I just had to let it happen to not get murdered.
The many ways the human body reacts
in order to shield itself from receiving trauma is
astounding.
Molli
Each line of this poem is a different possible reaction within the mist of an assault. The human body is a wonderfully, terrifying thing.