Poems by me

Silence...Broken

Unspoken, legs left open.

No emotion, body left frozen.

Numb to the bone, I've been thrown to the ground.

Nobody's around, I feel as if I've drowned.

Is this my token to the ocean?

No devotion, my dignity has been stolen.

My soul was left swollen; I'm never gonna be whole again.

I've drank your god damn potion-

and still nothing...

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A rape just waiting to happen:

Debating whether I should call for help or not,

waiting for the hate to come crawling up my legs.

Trying to escape their grip no matter how many crimes they've committed to our body... our body is a temple. We are the image of life. We are life.
I'm feeling lifeless.

Heads turn to stare as their bodies pass by our soul; our soul is nothing.

The lies you hear coming from their gaping mouths. "She was coming on to me. How could I say no to a body like that?"

Lips trembling- tears falling down your cheeks. I can barely begin a sentence without feeling like a trembling little whore- that's what they called me.
I'm just used to the word- the words they've called my lifeless body.

My aching soul cries out to all who are victims.

Prayers begin to spill between your lips-

As you shut your legs,

He declares that you spread 'em.
I must run.

You attempt to make a run for it.

He catches you,

Strips you of your clothing.

Digs his finger nails into your hips.

You'll forever have to try and scrub his fingerprints off your body.

"Fucking slut."

"Fuck..I love you so much."

*Why must he toy with me before leaving my body there to rot?*

He leaves you in the middle of the park.

As you get up,

You're stumbling around.

You begin to mumble.

You're remembering you had a life before this.
*I had plans. I was going to meet a friend. But instead things changed. I was left here.
I thought somebody would be here to find me.
No search party.
It is only 3am.*

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He was your stalker-

He became your friend.

Best friend.

Your lover.

Now, he'll only ever be your rapist.