The [Un]Popular Vote

by Jasper Sanchez

Even though I’m the one with him in my grip, I’m pinned. My heart rate ticks up, marking me as prey in the presence of a predator. My body still remembers what it’s like to be a girl in a room full of men, the threat of violence a constant knife at the hollow of my throat. It never mattered that I wasn’t a girl; the girl the world saw was proof enough.