*Trigger warning: rape
I went out to get obliterated. I went out to forget. To not feel a thing. I went out to be me, for a moment. Or at least the me that I wanted to be. I didn’t go out looking for your hands, your smirk, your smile when it was all over. I didn’t go out searching for a mess. In between my thighs, in between your best friend’s sheets, in the middle of my marrow. A mess you left I could not scrub clean. Even though I scrubbed three times that day. A mess I could not walk off because I could barely walk. My thighs still trembling a day later from all the fight I gave. I did not go looking for you. But you were looking for me and there I was, your easiest target yet.