alleged

I clicked on the link 

and
looked at men's faces. 
Men, alleged to be, rapists.

 
Searched online for your face, and his, to post.
Had to crop your son out of yours. Took the other one's picture off my own WhatsApp.
But coming to uploading them; I couldn't do it. 
Considering exposing you without your consent. 
Like you did me, without thought. 
Without remorse.
 
Minimizing. 
Analyzing. 
The degree to which no consent is rape. 

The fit of the word over the experiences. 
Your face, disembodied, on a rapist list. 
The act of helping myself to your body without asking. 
Like you did to me, without thought. 
Without regret.

Is it fear of your alleged shame, or my own, that stops me.