It was the laughter she remember the most
not the hand over her mouth
though that was there and scared her too
not the hand furious grabbing her,
trying to pull off her clothes,
not the music he turned up
so that no one would hear her scream.
No it was the laughter
the moment she realized
that this was not about her.
That it wasn’t even about want
or taking something that isn’t his.
It was about
for this friend
watching from the side.
This is the way boys bond
By destroying girls.