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where is my mind

You stuck your fingers up me and didn’t even know my name

You grabbed my ass and blamed it on the drink in your hand

You kissed my neck and pulled me into you

I was yours for the night---that one night.

 

I was too drunk and you knew. Yet you kept going

You kept going down on me further and further.

My bra somehow came off and you began to suck

I didn’t know what was going ...

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Fools Rush In (Inner monologue of a childhood sexual abuse survivor cont'd)

I've been foolish

unguarded and exposed

vulnerable, ripe for the plucking 

how clearly he saw this

how oblivious I must have seemed

totally unheeding

trying to live the dream

 

Ruthlessly he burrowed into me

what he sought I do not know

one swift move, a hand, a pillow

I was no more

fear and shame soared

 

Rushing into everything 

brings forth nothing

...

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Bare Minimum

I sat before him 

Crumpling in onto myself     

Lost in my head   

Wishing I was dead

It's over now

Why are we still here                         

He got what he wanted                     

Why does he sit there and stare       

My body limp                                     

Folding over in submission               

My head on his knee                        

...

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Afraid Of the Dark

How many times must I rinse off the moon

And unpeel the stars from my skin?

Have someone ask what were you drinking?

How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?

Try configuring keys into shining beacons?

I cannot see in the dark

Yes, blackouts steal my sight

But when finished,

I wake up feeling feverish

And fear ferments and festers

The night can be sticky

H...

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A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack

Warning contains graphic detail... Reader’s discretion advised

 

A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack

 

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The Devils seed begins to seep,

except for one, she’s cursed to keep.

Before her tenth, year was through,

this innocent child’s, babe, was due.

 

Secured in our archives, ten years previous,

recorded there, th...

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New Sheets (TRIGGER WARNING)

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The lights dim and a curtain's drawn,
A quiet theater as the show begins.
It's the same reel playing on repeat,
A shattered heartbroken from sin.

He lies next to her as he'd always done,
Reliving his day through adventurous stories.
But something about him had changed that night,
The girl became something he had to seize.

A kiss of the lips catches her off guard,
"I'm sorry" escapes from ...

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The Fight

Pink, Red, and orange

fade to black

and I take cover

hiding under the bed.

 

Laying with the demons roaring

screaming attack

I thought he was a lover

but he just needed to be fed.

 

Bigger than this body,

stronger than these bones

Crack

echos as the bones snap.

 

My ears ring with bawdy

words of meancing tones.

Wack

as he finishes his tap

 

...

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Raperape culturerhymeSexual abuse

Who are the real Monsters?

Isn't imprisonment enough?
Without the guards being too rough
And forever being cuffed
Prisoners  are abused and raped
Every damn single day
As if they haven't already paid
By being held captive and afraid.

 

Isn't imprisonment enough?
Without being forced to confess
To somebody else's mess
Being stripped and undressed
Every damn single day
As if they haven't already paid
By bein...

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When Will You Stop?

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When you crept in me the first time 
Taking my innocence away
Did you hear me begging and pleading for you to STOP...
When you felt that you had enough of me the fifth time when you spat on Me... laughed and walked away... 
Did that make you feel better...
Or when you held me down by a knife threatening you would kill me if I Told a single soul...
When you see the tears flowing down my face....

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Genesis- Ch1 (TW and CW: rape, partying, self harm)

Last Night

 

…(gemma)...Gemma…

    “Gemma!”  She snapped into consciousness, only partly.  Her head was pounding and her fingers felt swollen.

    “What time is it?” she murmured.  Her eyelids remained heavy still, but they opened wide enough to notice the thin rays of light streaming through the dorm room’s blinds.  Gemma shifted her body to face Alex.  He looked almost as groggy as s...

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Bloody Showers

Bloody Showers

One time in a waking hour
I decided to take a long hot shower.
and to my suprise as i scrubbed,
I saw my knees, were red with blood.

Being dizzy from the night before
I couldnt recall the time i last snored,

"what happened last night?"
I dont remember..
Why my breast was bruised,
and my nails were shattered.

I only saw the day before,
because nighttime whistles, ...

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A letter to my Demon

For a long time after,

I didn't think I would ever find the words to describe what you took from me or what you did,

It became my biggest shame,

 Like every thrust you took added a 20 pound weight that I had to carry around with me after. I kept it hidden from everyone;

I worked so hard to keep it a secret because you made me feel like I deserved it.

I felt like you'd taken my fire,

...

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Do you hear me now?

You look at me and forget

I was strong before I was pretty 

 

You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly

I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice

 

For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong 

 

So when I love, I love strongly

And when I hurt, I hurt badly 

 

But when I scream, ...

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IS IT RAPE?

There are events 

few speak of,

fear it will be indecent

to mention the words 

needed to explain

some types of pain

inflicted on the meek,

actions malevolent

persons seek

to inflict on others.

---

on a cold day

in a dark place

a man of mediocre

skills inflicted his will on her.

she lay naked 

helpless

faint from the horrific

event she just endu...

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poemrape

Where We Live Today

With so much hurt and hatred prevalent in society,
It seems like crimes such as murder, rape, and kidnapping might be
Everyday cliches surrounding us entirely.
I feel as if no other news is ever happening,
Everywhere I look, murder has become fashion internationally.
Especially in America, 'Land of the free, Home of the brave.'
Technically, just tellin ya, it's the land of the creeps, home o...

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Listen

Listen to me,

I know what you’re thinking,

“Great another poem,

Are we done yet?”

But listen to me.

 

You have a voice,

Right?

Well, use it.

Because unlike you,

Some don't.

 

But listen to me,

I don't know what you’re going through

And I can't tell your story,

Only you can.

So listen to me.

 

I want you to look around.

You are in a room with...

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