Abuse Versus Tragedy
written by Heather Hedera
I find this bruise remarkable...
He hit me last night
and thought
That he would get away with it
The audacity of men
To think
that I would somehow forget that his fists
were anywhere near me
How dare he?!
//
The juice of several pears and nectarines streamline down my legs
He ripens himself on my bottom lip
Take it, take what is calling you to me as a means to enter
You have done it so many times before
Who is stopping you?
I scream at you by way of silent reveries every night
Yet you continue to screw my soulless body there
And now that time has come to your side to greet you, you refuse to take your chances
This shit is waving at you
Telling you, “come get me,”
“Douse yourself in these streams”
I am blatantly telling you to fuck me
That I want you inside me
This is consent
But you would rather conquer me while I am under the influence of a tainted punch that you gave me at your house party
You only want me when I am unconscious
NO is the only word that excites you
If only I’d known this last night
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