Why does one feel ashamed when clearly violated?

When your boundaries have been crossed,

your kindness and trust used as weapons to deceive you 

to get you exactly where they want you.

 

Their hands on your lower body.

And before you’ve realized what’s happening,

you’re pulled down onto the bed,

trapped between their locked arms around your waist.

 

If only ”fight or flight” was an option.

But no — you are the rare freeze type.

 

Your mind shuts down and escapes your body.

And then there you are,

on the other side of the room,

watching the empty shell that is your body,

locked and defenseless in the arms of its perpetrator.