Glitter/Armour

Our very own Hannah wrote a poem about her experience of sexual harassment at a gig. As a personal insight into the feelings it can summon, we thought it important to share. Empathy is key, and we hope this can resonate with everyone, whether you’ve been targeted or not. We welcome submissions via email too, should you want to share work on a similar topic.

The bass punches through me.

you’re stealing the breath from my lungs

My body pitches violently forward, my spine cracked into a submissive angle.

and not in the good way

Every side around me shuddering closer and closer to my chest until I’m cuddled in with nowhere to go.

i can feel the pressure of the barrier against every single one of my fragile ribs. they creak beneath the weight of you and their neighbouring muscle sandwiching them.

Like the snap of a guitar string. My breathing hitches and contracts.

i’mnotokayi’mnotokayi’mnotokay.

And it’s only afterwards, with my breath clouding in front of me and my hands shaking inside my pockets that I’ve realised what happened.

i can feel you scrabbling around my waist like a rabid animal and my only resistance thin elastic

No matter the colour of the glitter disguised as armour on my cheeks you still took from me with no thought to how you would leave me raw and stripped with the only evidence of my former self a whisper in the guitar strings.