“Swept through my hair…”

Swept through my hair, pulling it back forcefully as it whipped across my face- stinging the thin skin.

Tears pricked the outside corners of my eyes, not overflowing, made their presence known.

My bare legs harassed by the blades of the undulating grasses.

The heat of the day lost in that wind.

Sweat pooled at the base of my neck, following the way to the small of my back.

Tasted my beaten lips and crested my forehead.

There was nowhere else.

“This is a story of my experience with unwanted sexual touch. All of my writing is very metaphor heavy, and this is no exception--the feeling of being paralyzed by dread and discomfort is symbolized by hot, humid wind. Where I grew up summertime was oppressively hot and muggy.” - GG