The Aftermath

This post is a follow up to The Assault. Featured image is a poem by Rupi Kaur published in Milk and Honey.

It was the morning after my assault: September 1st, 2019. I couldn’t stop shaking and I felt like puking every time I thought of the events of the night before, which was constantly. I felt like Alex in A Clockwork Orange when he’s strapped to the chair and his eyes are clamped open as he’s forced to watch scenes of sex and…




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