Am I To Blame? Poem by Jacqueline Webb

My nipples devirginized
By the mouth of a molester
Lies flowing through his lips
Like wildlife in the forest
His tentacles slithering against my skin
Pressure I am feeling against this temple
Is this right?
Is this wrong?
Should this be happening?
What is happening?
His cranium bobbing in front of my face
As he sucks away the dead skin on my breasts
Gasping for air
As he tightens his grip
What is going on?
What am I doing?
He will not let me go!
I need to run!
He speaks in delusion
He envisions something that cannot be
Wanting something unreal
Wanting something impossible
I am timid
He will not stop
I am apprehensive
How do I stop?
What do I do?
What do I say?
Is this sex?
Is this rape?
I scream…..