The last rape

I can't remember his name anymore.
Some things you probably shouldn't forget.
One's last rape should be remarkable.

I know what I had on.
I know I said no.
I remember because I had never said no before.

I can still feel him.
I can still hear his friend trying to stay silent in the next bed.
I wonder if he was really alseep.
I wonder if he was apart of my nightmare and all he could do was stay still like me.

He kissed my cheek when he was done.
He watched until I closed the door to my room.
I remember being amazed at the amount of hot water the hotel had.
I heard him outside my door a few times.
I wonder if he heard me cry?

I had to see him the next day.
He kept trying to ask me how I was.
All I heard was my husband calling me a whore.
I knew then we would be divorced.

They said I looked beautiful on the runway that day.
The gleaming in my eyes made me look like a blushing bride.

One should never forget their last rape.