I remember I went to visit my aunt the morning after her wedding.
Everyone was in the bedroom talking about it.
Everyone would enter and look at the great wonder.
She couldn’t walk.
She was exhausted.
And I didn’t ask her what was wrong,
Nor did I ask what everyone was looking at.
Afterwards, I didn’t go to anymore weddings or post-wedding morning visits.
I’d just hear people in my family tell stories:
So and so was tied down to the bed, because she said no.
And so and so put his thing inside of her, because she said no.
And so and so was taken to the hospital the morning after her wedding, because she was bleeding.