Assault
His voice was husky
With breath of whiskey
In his eyes he took me
I felt a shiver down my spine
He had the look of a swine
He thought he was a somebody
His hands on my body touching
My fists tightly clenching
I wanted to retch
Mauling me like an animal
I was trying to be rational
As he pushed me against the ketch
The marina was poorly lit
And this deplorable wouldn’t quit
No one heard me shout
The weekend noise
Was covering my cries
I was being assaulted no doubt
He’s telling me I want it
I’ve been asking for it
As he viciously bit my lip
My knee jerks upward
And he just got suckered
Loosening his grip
My attacker once ruthless
Now bent over useless
Writhing in justified pain
I pushed him to the ground
Enjoying his whimpering sound
He won’t try this again
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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You are a survivor, well done.
I think many women have been in this situation. Thanks for reading 🙂
If only it could always be this way. A knee to the you know where parts. Well written and loved the ending!
Thanks Jordan. Yes, if only 🙂
I love this and great ending!
I think it resonates with most women. Thank you so much 🙂
Awesome! Keeping one’s wits around at such a time pays. Good post. Thanks for sharing
Yes a reminder for everyone. Thanks Sadje 🙂
He so totally deserved it! It was as if I could see it unfold before my eyes. Vividly worded.
Yes he did! Thanks Punam 🙂
You are welcome Christine. 🙂
YES!!!!!!!!!!! He’s lucky you didn’t drown his sorry azz!
Lol! 😀 that’s right!
Wow. That was awesome. I did not expect the ending.
Thanks Jae-lyn 🙂💕
You’re welcome. 😊💐💐