sexual violence
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Rape of
Stick your finger so it goes deep in my colon
No longer a finger, it becomes a fist,
A forearm
Remain inside and move, undulating
don’t look at me like that
as if you felt what i felt
don’t try to empathize
to make yourself feel better
and then ignore me when i’m falling apart
don’t come near
or look into my eyes
She walks home cautiously, peering down the street
The man in this darkness she does not want to meet
But still, he closely follows
Locking the door, she feels strangely hollow
i.
he carved his name into my bones
with claws under which
my flesh festered.
no matter how long
i leave my bones to rot,
How I wish to be free
From your entanglement
But your vines of thick blue yarn
Grab at my wrists
Clasping at my throat
They grow heavier on my shoulders
Leaving marks of Blue
In places unwanted
And this is how it starts. We're halfway into this cheap bottle of wine, both of us have seen "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" at least three dozen times, and don't think I haven't noticed your hand on my thigh.
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
Dear You,
Since you all I’ve been able to hear are shots,
For each glass that I’ve learned was a plot.
Caught up in a YOLO generation,
And dehumanized by your melanin fixation.
I thought if I closed my eyes,
I would go to sleep.
And dream of beauty and butterflies
and forget my broken wings.
he wanted me to
want it so he pulled
at my hair and screamed
“cunt” at me even though that
was all he wanted from me.
but they told me that my
chastity belt would
break if I wanted it because my
