Shantih Journal 3.1 - Page 9

When he slid his tongue into my mouth that must have been a game, too, another type of word game: a man stuffing a woman’s throat with his speech organs to keep her silent or else, she’d choke. I felt sorry for him then because desperate times called for desperate measures and what’s more desperate than to put your hands on a woman slipping out of your grasp. 9