the assault on my senses;

wake up wasabi

cringe    pickled ginger

so salty soy sauce

crunch    cucumber

slime     seaweed

stickiness of rice

smoothness of fish

that is sushi


the assault on my body;

tense   hearing him

furtive footsteps

look up      late

huge hairy hands

pull into bushes

ripping    clothes

grabbing    parts

that is rape


the assault on my mind;

covertly crying

gathering rags

running     home

calling out   “nothing wrong”

running    bath

“just need time    alone”

this is cover up


the assault on my life;

I allowed sushi in

like a man it took over my senses

I can no longer taste

semolina or porridge

I allowed that man power

like sushi he took over

I no longer abide

and abhor all men