ruth

he smelled of strawberries and alcohol,
just like most men
like him do,

(at least, something and
alcohol. anything
with the taint of femininity and a
promise of drunkeness
will work quite nicely...)

and so he caught me, rabbit
in a trap, helpless and frightened and
filled with excuses,

(if you had mercy, you
would've stayed away,
but you know i enjoy
this so)

and so incredibly disinclined to fight.