I was fully clothed. So,
Did it happen? I’ve
No right to complain.

They are just boys. So
Not really their fault, they are
Just boys.

I did not cry
Or yell, or kick, or scream.
Stillness overcame me.

They laughed, and
Touched, and played
And then slept, silently.

My body shrunk, but
My eyes grew bigger
And wouldn’t close.

The silence held me till
Morning, when shame
Rose out of bed with me.

 

 

 

 

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Stephanie Fluckey (she/her) is a writer and artist living in the Pacific Northwest. She received a master's degree from Lindenwood University in Creative Writing and draws on her experience as an artist to visually inform her writing. Surrounded by nature and the beauty of Washington, Stephanie’s literary fiction is influenced by the natural world around her with a focus on characters seeking redemption, belonging, and acceptance.