The party continued,
The drinks were okay.
And the beer was chilled.
So were we.
The DJ light seemed
To hurt my eyes,
But I was enjoying ;
After all that was my favorite track.
There was a pause.
Not in the DJ beats;
The lights seemed blury,
The drink was hurting my throat.
My body was feeling heavy.
A hand from behind grabbed my waist,
I thought it was him, but he never carried those moustaches.
His face was blur.
But the touches were easily felt.
I jerked off his hand,
(But that was heavy, more than my body)
He pulled me closer.
I pushed him against his chest.
And everything was dark.
I don't remember anything.
Was I unconscious?
Or was conscious but don't want to recall later.
The lemonade has worked well, I feel lighter.
Who were those hands.
Who was that guy, the moustache!
He touched me, with my consent?
Did he use me?
Did he make me naked?
Was I raped?
Or was that with my consent?
Am I not virgin anymore?
The sun had set,
But the questions didn't find their destination.
The moon is there, a full one, it's complete.
Did the moon witness yesterday night?
Will it recall it?
Or will this remain untold forever?
Has that crescent part engulfed this secret?
The body is feeling heavy again.
Gazing the moon,
I sit in silence.
To my questions,
It knows the answers.
It's complete today,
Maybe I am too, still completed.