four other women sit with me in this room. one is pregnant and hungry and one is old. i thought i couldn't communicate with the other two, but our eyes meet and i know we want to leave. you look my way and my body already feels like a burden. fidgety fingers wrap around my arm. i'm in better hands when i touch myself. when you say i should just relax and thats a serious suggestion, its clear you haven't considered unfamiliar tongues, your own shortcomings, men, unofficial consent. you look my way and my body already feels like a burden. you examine me hastily cuz i'm too young to be worth any time.