art For now, I don’t look men in their eyes Posted on14 June 20204 May 2022AuthorLetters from Survivors Three submissions by an anonymous artist. CN: Depictions of blood and physical injury, mentions of sexual violence, allusions to self-harm For now, I don’t look men in their eyes anymore. All I can see behind the wet curveball is the constant glimpses of a ravenous desire. It stares and penetrates without my permission…at least for now, I am just too weak to let it slide off me easily. Everywhere I look, they are there, demanding to exert their heat. I only want the cold to comfort me now, for I have, wedged in me, head that I did not want and asked not to have.. I can’t vomit it, I can’t peel it off, I can’t cut it out of me and let it bleed out. It sits inside of me like a raccoon in a house I did not want and keeps finding food and eating the furniture while I wait for it to starve. It’s a ravenous animal that makes its way back in when you kick it out. And it bites. I just fear, now that I have a raccoon, it will bring other raccoons, and all the raccoons will eat my house and will probably eat me too.