Collective Unrest

 

muscle memory

November 15, 2018

TW for sexual assault

 

I carry my trauma between
my thighs, at times

I’m tense because I’m afraid
he can taste it

when he’s inside me
I lie face down on the mattress

if you bury a scream deep enough
in polyester and feather

it can be mistaken for pleasure

 

Rebecca Kokitus is a poet residing in the Philadelphia area. She is a student at West Chester University of Pennsylvania, where she studies English with a concentration in Writing. Her work has been published and is forthcoming in over a dozen literary journals. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram and @rxbxcca_anna, and you can read more of her writing on her website: https://rebeccakokitus.wixsite.com/rebeccakokitus. 

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