But then he got a little grabby – course he did –
and the crowd was far too thick to move away,
I scanned it for a gap, a friendly face, and
met the eyes
of three tall men,
quite handsome, in their forties,
tanned and rye and sure,
yes please
they smiled and I mouthed help – ironic damsel in
distress, and they reached over
hauled me, giggling,
through the crowd to them
only
the dancing guy
had followed close behind,
and the three tall men seemed fine with it – in fact
all four closed in around me quick –
as though they’d planned it –
made no sense, Ava,
they couldn’t possibly have –
did they know each other?
was all that I had time to think before the men were on
me – more hands – I felt – than it was possible for them
to have, I thought of Actaeon ripped apart by hounds –
wolf’s frenzy – Ava, exactly that – as though trying to pull
off chunks of me – I struggled
in the cage made of their bodies – fought
upwards as though drowning, almost broke
free for a second,
heard one say –
hold it… hold it still..!
It, Ava?
There were fingers inside me then, I didn’t
know which man, or men –
broad daylight, middle of a crowd, a royal
wedding, music –
it can only have been a minute –
the whole thing –
so quick, that I still had on
the smile I’d smiled at them,
