Reminiscence
By Jessica Lin
Content Warning: This piece mentions instances of sexual harrassment.
At my most vulnerable,
he entered me.
Mayhem, havoc, I had already experienced more shed of light than I had been prepared for.
As we grew closer, I became a lost spirit.
My soul divided, and then some.
A hijacked mind,
Infiltration that had never really begun.
But slowly I was pulled away from myself.
And when I noticed the butterflies and when a funny, fleeting feeling occurred,
that’s when I noticed I was no longer preserved.
For myself or for my mind?
Was it Will? Absence of the divine.
A takeover of the fallen.
Or a mistake blamed on innocence that was quickly covered in denial.
However, shameless. I still knew my worth.
Relocation and transferal, what happened was that I had succumbed.
But not weakness, fault.
Not a nympho or wanton, simply led onto path that had set my heart on,
And grew with intensity which ensued a lost vivacity, until one day he took it all away.
And I was left with I, me and all that was mine.