Consentual sex and regret,
A tricky topic placed perfectly in the middle of a very slim line.
Drunk consentual sex and regret,
But I thought they said you couldn't consent when you were drunk.
Sex or abuse? BDSM
Bruises and scars and cuts and slaps
Blades and belts and fists and him
Regret
ONLY
Regret
It was not what you think
The tricky part comes in when he says 'I'm not taking pictures' but you know that he is. 'Don't tell anyone' he whispers holding the phone close to your chest as a reminder
Chocking, who doesn't loved to be chocked. Strangling? Passing out?
I can't breath.
I didn't say stop.
I consented.
Being lifted from the ground by your throat and then thrown back down gasping for air and coughing. All with consent.
Consent
Consent
Consent
It's all about the consent
No one ever talks about regret and embarrassment
Regret
ONLY
Regret
I consent. I consent. I consent I have to remind myself over and over.
Nevermind the swollen lip, the pink cheeks from the slaps, the bruises covering your arms and legs and stomach and the cuts on your bones, carved so perfectly with a knife.
You consented
So it's only regret.
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Poems for the mentally ill
PoetryPoems and spoken word poetry based on a variety of mental illnesses and controversial topics. Happy too take recommendations and give credit where appropriate. I hope you can relate too a few and be sure too fave them if you like it and add the book...
