When I am left unacknowledged in a room for too long,
my mind whips me away
to that dreadful night.
Back to my motionless body
to your cold hand moving itself along my side.
And your firm grasp around my neck
helplessly my delicate bones were crushed under your greed and sin.
I was blinded by your weight,
and when you finished,
I was too ashamed to look.
Did that really happen? Maybe I'm just high. No one will believe me. How would I even tell? That would be so embarrassing! Just stay quiet. Maybe it was your fault. You wore the red shirt with the zip up jacket, and nice perfume.
Maybe he thought you said yes…
So I am silent.
Stripped of my words, torn of my thoughts.
All because maybe
You thought I said yes
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Comments1
I'm so sorry, for the suffering
you seem to have survived
and are bravely, trying to overcome..
sharing your story or voicing
your fury!
will hopefully add
to a collective, Voice
that will someday insure
more and more cases are reported
so that more of those perpetrators
will be held accountable..
that's the only way
we humanity, as a collective
can help wage war
on this archaically, barbaric
spinelessly pathetic, scourge
of shamefully, debased
criminality
poisoning, our attempts
at establishing a civilised, society!
where all
may feel safe, thanks for sharing
stay strong!
Thank you so much
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