2014: How we met

This is based on my first month of high school. More specifically my first day of high school, which was the day I first met my ex-boyfriend and sexual assaulter.

2014: How we met

The grass was green

that grueling summer afternoon.

My knees bounced up and down

My pencil spun.

Twirling and nauseating as I

Sat

In

The

Corner

Of

The

Class.

Alone.

Ding Ding

Science.

Maybe this time

Maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe

Maybe this time

It’ll be different.

Maybe this time I’ll live.

A friend.

She introduced me to a basilisk.

He took away my breath and breathed his own into me.