#WhyDidntYouReportIt

I was wearing basket ball shorts

Fucking basket ball shorts

I was young

Old enough to know women were targets of drunk old men

Young enough to shy away from using my words

From speaking up

To alert people

In the next room

Consensual sex was happening

Out in the living room

Innocence was being broken

Naive; I was, sure

Stupid even

I didn't tell him no

Inching away

I thought that was enough

The old fuck was strung out

My heart pounded

His grimy fingers caressing my skin

It felt wrong

It was wrong

I never wanted that

He didn't have consent

The dog

He was my hero

Right there

Snarling

Growling

Baring his teeth at him

The people came out

Were slightly annoyed

Cock-blocked

My offender was thrown out

I was filled with doubt

That wasn't rape

He just touched me

It was my fault

No one believed me anyway

I stopped trying to get justice

Kept my mouth shut

The faithful day I heard the best words

He died

Cancer or something

I was overjoyed

"That's really heartless."

I was shamed

It's wrong to think like that

It was so long ago

And that's his life

He's dead

Think of his family

I don't care

#WhyDidntIReportIt

Get consent or get bent.