By Reese Bentzinger
Photo by Justina Kellner
Content Warning: Sexual assault.
You’re so pretty baby
He shoots me a grin, pearly whites
turned neon by strobe lights. I turn to the bartender
thank her as she slides me a fireball shot. Close my fist
make crisp dollar bills crumple like leaves. He slides over his card before I
Whatever you want baby
I offer a polite smile, and he gives me an unwanted hand
that draws me over to a leather couch, his hunting ground. Precious stones claw into my skin
drawing blood as they leave his mark on my palm. He eyes my dress,
red silk, and wants to know what I would
Catcall 