The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We Will Not Be Silenced edited by Christine E. Ray, Kindra M. Austin, Candice & Louisa Daquin Rachel Finch

TW: Rape

dark intentions
Linda M. Crate
“i bet you don’t remember me,” you smirked with that devil may cry
grin; and i froze like a doe in the headlights, unable to move—i
remember being little more than a girl and you were my boyfriend
and your sister wasn’t watching us, of how powerless and angry you
made me feel when you kissed my lips thrice when i told you no all
three times; of how terrified i was when you tried to force yourself on
me—but in a rush of adrenaline somehow i was able to keep hold of
my flowers, my innocence was shattered though; i realized that the
big bad wolf’s of little red riding hood weren’t strangers but rather
people you thought you knew—there was no turning back to that girl i
once was, and every time i hear the compliment, “you have a pretty
smile” i hear your voice saying the same thing; and i am haunted by
it—such a nice thing to have someone say to me, and yet i cannot
embrace it as i should because i am reminded of you and your dark
intentions.