(Trigger Warning: Non-consensual sex.)
Picture, for me, a soft lullaby.
A lover cooing at you
from a distance.
Picture, for me, that same lover.
Their hands grazing over you
in an unwanted fashion.
Picture, for me, a scene of drunkenness;
your body shaking and begging
for release from this fate.
Picture, for me, a man who knows nothing but vice.
Consent is the goddamn last thing
on his pretty, little mind.
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Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)
Short StoryJust as the title says, this booklet is a collection of poems and short stories I have written and wish to publish to my devoted followers. Please comment or let me know how you felt about any of my works--it is greatly appreciated!
