Can’t You Take a Joke?

A freeze frame 

“Where’s your cleavage today?”

Freeze

He moistens his lips

As his voice lowers to a half whisper she can feel his fingers crawl across her skin

The smell of his sweat eerily heightened

The damp corners of beard on either side of his mouth

His mouth gaping black in his blurred face. 

Her smile was too friendly,

she knows that.

It still lingers on her face, hanging like a bad smell

The  grin of red lipsticked lips stretched thin

Her own mouth

Gaping red in her blurred face

“More of you would certainly perk up my day”

The eyes are hardened coals

A choked laugh escapes her

The last refuge of the weak

still a sex doll

Behind their sweater vests

They’re all rapists

“Was it you who accused me of sexual harassment?”

“You’d be lucky if I harassed you.”

 Freeze

And crack