TRIGGER WARNING:THE FOLLOWING TEXT INCLUDES REFERENCE TO SEXUAL VIOLENCE. 

SUPPER!!!

The fear of a hungry perpetrator had  me believing…

The mere act of taking a walk

Was equivalent to serving yourself

On a silver platter

To a hungry perpetrator

Lurking in the depth of the night.

But my perpetrator was no stranger

To love and laughter.

He did not cross many roads

To get under my pans…

Sometimes he reminded me,

To put on a belt.

He was no stranger

To kind greetings.

Little did I know…

On that day and the next day after that,

I would say hello

And all he would hear is…

LUNCH IS SERVED