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[flowersbark]

my body

my autonomy

my philosophy

my psychology

will always just be

what you made of me

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[charzeewrites]

Why must I shut up? Why do I have to keep quiet?! So I don't make people uncomfortable? Well fuck that. What about me? You don't think I was uncomfortable? You don't think I was uncomfortable when he stole a part of me away and destroyed me in the process? Why must I keep quiet about the way he ruined my body? Because it makes some people uneasy? Good. It fucking should. Why must the victims be silent about the monsters that hurt us? I am never getting that part of me back, and I'm just not allowed to even speak of it? I want to scream it. I want to scream from the rooftops of how he's a monster. But I can't. Because the public doesn't approve of that. And speaking of your damage makes you an attention speaker, no matter how badly you actually need the attention.

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[kelleyspoetry]

TikTok & IG/ @kelleyspoetry

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[ow-writing]

Today I found your letter.

I opened the white envelope

With my name scrawled on the front

Anticipating a forgotten love letter

Instead I found an apologetic confession

Typed and printed

Signed with your name

A laugh of disbelief escaped my lips

As I read with fresh eyes

The words that remind me

That you were just a child

I imagine your mother instructing you

To sit at the keyboard until there is more

Than an “I’m sorry” on the page

- O. Wells

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[cryptic-diary]

I hate how you made me.

How I miss you, that I will bleed for you and beg you to touch me again just because you made me like this. I do not wish for this. To be like this. It makes me sick, the feeling of your grip on my skin, on my hips, on my thighs, everywhere. But I cannot get enough, because it is all I know.

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[nonsensical-insanity]

It’s a filth that never goes away.

No matter how hard I scrub, how hot the water.

I could skin myself and it would stay,

A thick grime clinging even to my revealed muscle tissue.

I could carve and carve, burn and burn.

Nothing will ever rid me of it.

That impure feeling that corrupts my very soul–

Evidence of a defilement for only your sweet little pleasure.

The stench of rotten grain and discounted rejection reeks from my body.

I can’t help but wonder if others can smell it too.

Do they see the filth stuck to my body like I do?

Do they see the shame in my eyes?

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[venosmitski]

it's been 14 years

fourteen

and sometimes I dissect the numbers until there's nothing else to overanalyze

I like to let them slip through my throat until it burns

until I repeat it so much that it loses its meaning

still symbolize a preterit in my life

the end of a paragraph where it was supposed to be a small comma

almost past enough to be simple

fourteen fourteen fourteen fourteen

suddenly is nothing

although

my heart still stops beating when someone holds me from behind, doesn't matter how innocent and subtle it is

I still cry a few nights, trying to deplete all of this sadness that you caused

I swear that if I could I would write you out of my head

but it's been fourteen years

and you haven't finished penetrating me yet.

25.06.2023

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[bigwhoreywhore]

“hi.”

that was the first thing you said to me

i should remember the last but I can’t,

because the only thing I can remember is hearing the sound of your breath in my ear as you took my dignity

~Raven Black

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[chaosdemodocus]

My body

My body

My

Body

But it’s not mine

My body is not mine

My body,

Stolen

Conquered

And left to rot

My body

Never loved

But lost

My body

His body

Forgotten

And tossed

He stole

And forgot

And left it to rot

It is

His body

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[flowersbark]

you never told me when you did it

my skin could be

anew like they say

but ill never know

when my skin is rid of you

and until i know for sure

my body will always be

a rememberance of you

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[muddycherub]

𝖆 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖆

𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰. 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔢 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔷𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔵 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔧𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢. 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡. 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔫. 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶. 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔭 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯. 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰. 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔯, 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔵, 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟, 𝔞 𝔡𝔬𝔤, 𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔶, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢. 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢.

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[voicesandthoughts]

notes app rant vomit

Female rage is the body

It rests between trying to control it and every man that wants to hold it

Where your therapist chants it's not your fault it's not your fault it's not your fault

but you still fell for it.

and God laughs writing it into the stars

watching you fall and fall and fall

only ever teaching you to collect scars

to be a pawn since birth

another stupid man's careless mirth

another game, another one that won't even remember your name

another sigh being forced or begged to their sheets

after pretending to care about the dreams they'll haunt

and knowing it's the only validation he'll ever let you keep

unless you seek it, then you're a monster and a whore

reminded you were never pretty, you're just another hole

just another pig painted up and framed in the right lighting

farm animals to pump slaughter and sell

and the size of your pen is the only thing you can control

so you swallow the pills they put on your plate

watch it empty and bear that weight

trying to forget the slate you'll never reset and expectations that'll never be met

understand what's sacrifice and slaughter

surely you're not drinking the same water you flee

you walk the line in between

surely, surely, you hold the keys

you know the way out and the answers to your doubts

but does it it even matter

you're not dying because the engine shut down

It's sleeping to forget the hunger and sleeping to forget his hands under your skin

Never being good enough, ever

Unless, of course, it's to fuck.

the remembering and remembering

and never being able to meet your own eye in the mirror

never understanding, why we're still here

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[anagirllove]

"you shouldn't have been drunk"

but i was asleep.

"you shouldn't have slept over"

but i was asleep.

"you shouldn't have gone"

but i was asleep.

i couldn't tell him to stop.

i was asleep.

i couldn't wake up with my top on.

i was asleep when he took it off.

i couldn't scream.

i couldn't move.

you forget how to.

it's funny because you know the touching is wrong.

you know this doesnt feel good.

you know it isn't right.

but that doesn't matter.

cause you're half asleep in a strangers bed and you can't move and you're just praying for it to be time to go home and you don't even know you've been left behind, you're just paralyzed and praying, though you don't know to who, and you're scared, you're so scared and you need to get up but you can't and you don't even know you're alone yet.

and you're just thanking god that he didn't actually enter you.

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[v4ler13]

If beauty is a currency, I am a beggar. And so I begged to be touched. Please, tell me you want me, tell me you love to look at me. Let me be your object of desire. He touched me and I allowed it. And I suppose he enjoyed it so much he did it again, irregardless of my want. I was the beggar, he was the donor. Should I blame myself? Should I blame him?

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[come1nalone]

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[venosmitski]

"In seven years every cell of your body is refreshed"

they say,

"In seven years you'll have a completely different skin"

they say,

I was so relieved that in seven years my thighs would cease to remember the weight of your hands

that I forget that it's been seven years since it was seven years

and I'm still not clean enough.

so tell me,

in seven years from now

will I be new?

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