When he forced himself into her mouth, she gagged
told herself it was just a reflex...simple addition and all that.
But with her mouth so filled, it was hard to tell herself anything.
She fought behind her nipples though
and spread her legs into a mouth...labia forming pubic obscenities
which
felt shouted. She sure as hell heard 'em!
We all know such things are carried into our silence by fear,
but it felt like she declined surrender
and she praised herself for it
for awhile.
Finally, it was her ribs that rebelled.
It was her ribs that never forgot their origin OF, not AS.
They cracked apart like wish bones and found their parallels and intersections
building of themselves a crude ladder.
Into her mouth, words effervesced...opinions
her opinions
HER OWN
With such notions escaping, such unpopular notions, (and at that she laughed...for hadn't 'agreeable' at one time
or two hundred been a goal?) there was no longer space for him inside her mouth. Only between her ears.
(This piece is about the way I was raised for the most part. It is a story about the removal of a gag that I carried into my marriage. I felt such a need to be agreeable, to accept another's opinions as my own. I felt guilty for having opposing views. Ribs, and OF verses AS have biblical significance for me.)
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