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Mar 24
nonfiction
Rocky_O

The Hunt


 

It was 65 degrees in April 
Warm enough for bare arms, exposed shoulders. 
I wear heavy snow pants, and a tank top to defend against the heat. 
Goggles and helmet.
 I feel your longing stare against my back, burning holes into my skull. 
And as I turned to look at the perpetrator, 
Why I am not surprised to see You, gray hair, smug smile, a MAN who thinks he’s all that staring back at me. 
You returned my glance with a wink, and a smile that showed that you were well aware I had nowhere to run. 
I’ve heard the stories, they all end the same way 
Stay QUIET, head DOWN. 
They can smell fear, they feed on it like predators 
The kind of fear that quickens your breath, twists your stomach and tells you to run. 

My vision clouded, bindings click, tighten I hear you do the same 
You follow, lurking not far behind, waiting, watching.
In a frantic mad dash down the slope, I get sloppy, catching my front edge falling in slow motion.
I know I’ve given you the opportunity you were waiting for. 
As fast as I try to get up, I’ve lost my chance, and the skidding of skis behind let’s me know I’ve run out of time. 
You speak, your voice as sweet as honey dripping razor blades, and poison, raising the hair on my neck as you approach. 

You are the hunter, and I am the prey, the prized catch.  
I can’t hear a word you say, the panic rising in my throat blocks all sound. I am violently snapped back to reality, as your hand rests on my shoulder, the other on my waist.
You tell me I need to turn more, improve my technique, but we both know you do not care about the way I snowboard. 
Silently watching as your eyes rake my body, fine combing 

The words I know to say stuck in my throat I want to scream:
“GET YOUR F*****G HANDS OFF OF ME” 

Instead I turn, a desperate attempt at escape
 The air that felt so warm just moments ago is now frigid. 
Your calls follow me down the mountain, my lack of response quickly whittling away at your patience.
 You call out 

“The weather is almost as pretty as you, HONEY” 

And then

“Show me a smile SWEETHEART” 

And then 

“Acknowledge me B****H” 

Stabbing words, arrows into the bullseye painted on my back 
But the silence from those who are bearing witness is the loudest 
Why is no one helping?
How can I be surrounded by people yet so alone?
























 
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Posted: 03.24.21
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  1. Stargirl
    Sep 13, 2021

    You have so perfectly captured what sexual harassment is like. And you’re right. it. Freaking. Sucks. Every single thing about it is horrible. So thank you for writing about it, thank you for putting this out in the world. Do you mind if I sprout off of this? It’s something I feel very strongly about and it’s nice to know that someone else does too :)

    ( I think I made you up inside my head )

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  1. Rocky_O
    Sep 13, 2021

    Hey! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem. I write to create awareness for this kind of stuff, and it’s awesome to know that my work makes a impact. Of course you can sprout! Thanks so much Stargirl!

    grace
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