you know you're a little bit jaded when
you want to roll your eyes when your
mother talks about protecting you from
r a p e -- sorry, mum, you're eight fucking
years too late (and counting) -- (okay, so
it wasn’t quite rape... but you were nine).
you're (still) waiting on a miracle; waiting
for it to b e . a l l . r i g h t, and it’s agony,
knowing that you’re all shattered glass
but no one takes it seriously because
it.wasn’t.rape.