This touched me to the core of my being. I know these feelings well. She expresses them in a way I think anyone could relate to.
“When my rapist showed up under the ‘People You May Know’ tab on Facebook, it felt like the closest to the crime scene I’ve ever been.
That is if I don’t count the clockwork murder that I make of my own memory every time that I drive down Colfax avenue.
Still, I sit in my living room, I sift for clues.
Click ; I see myself caught in his teeth.
He’s dancing with his shirt off in a city that I’ve never been to.
Click ; he is eating sushi over a few beers with friends and I am under his fingernails.
Click ; I know that alley.
Click ; I killed the memory of that t-shirt.
Click ; this is an old photograph. It’s a baby picture. There’s also an older man, presumably his father, they are both round and right and still smiling.
Click ; he is shirtless…
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