NO

Silence does not mean consent.

My mouth was sewn.

Each day in your bed a stitch through my lips.

Each touch pushing the needle through. 

I didn't know how to speak.

Time did not loosen the thread.

I sat in my car hands between my thighs.

Your hands between my thighs.

Gentle forcing. Tender pain.

You ask me and tell me in one breath.

I hold my breath. I close my eyes.