20 minutes is an awfully long time when you’re the one being raped

I want to talk about rape.

I know you’re sick of me talking about it. You’re tired of me, aren’t you?

Well, I’m tired too. I’m tired of feeling afraid. I’m tired of feeling like my body is a bullseye, waiting to be hit. I’m tired of listening to friends whisper their stories in my ear, clasping my hand tightly in theirs, offering words to me like a sacrifice.