The not-quite-girl whirls back "I'm not comfortable with that, " He looks at her then, And almost....scoffs "What? It's just a ****."
Her spine stiffens— She does not laugh.
And even before this -
Hands on her waist A hand, resting on her collarbone Fingers tucked underneath the collar of her shirt She moves it away - He moves it back There are fingers on her sternum now, nearly touching her breast
And then he touched her *******
The next entry in the Retrospective poem series. Fair warning: this piece gently explores difficult memories and includes reference to personal boundaries being crossed.