Lxnona's "«no»" is a raw, short poem about a speaker whose refusal of sexual touch is ignored. She says plainly that she is not comfortable, yet the person doesn't care. The poem suggests this has happened before: "why did i think he would care" carries a tired kind of disappointment, as if she hoped for better and was let down again.
The feeling moves from hurt to anger to despair. Questions like "where's my choice in this" and the blunt line "i'm not a tool" show her pushing back against being used. The short lines and missing punctuation make the poem feel like thoughts spilling out, with no room to breathe. The ending is the most painful part. Wanting "to rid of my body" shows how trapped and unheard she feels, as though disappearing is the only way to make anyone listen. The mood is bleak, but also honest and urgent.