One Night in Paradise #MeToo

I have always thought

it could have been worse

and I was lucky

that night at my cozy cabin

when a drunk neighbor

married father of three

twice my size

let’s call him Bob

came through my gate

inside the stockade fence

onto my porch

slurring c’mon let me come in

c’mon

gripping my arms pressing me

with his whole big body

against the side of the house

his mouth on my face

and neck

rocky stream only feet away

and far below

but somehow I objected

enough times and loudly enough

that he stopped

took off

and yes yes oh yes

that could have been a lot worse

but my little cabin

was less cozy after that

Spring Creek less comforting

realizing even then

this was not my first

stomaching

impotent rage

nor would it be the last

and upon reflection

I am feeling a bit less lucky

Linking up with Paul’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: AWHAPE ME!