"Let's get physical" he said, with a hand on her waist
and his tongue down her throat it was all she could taste.
The click of the metal as he unbuckled his belt
were like shots to her head and it was all that she felt.
Then it was his body weighing down on her frame,
he was so heavy and she was so afraid.
She tried to push him off, she tried to make him let go
but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't scream the word "no"
So he said it was consent because she didn't refuse,
but she didn't say yes "who will they believe, me or you?"
It was his word against hers when she laid the charge,
that was all he had against him, but others' words were held like knives to her heart
"Whore" "slut" "lying bitch" she drowned in the words that they'd say,
once again no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't make it go away
So when she closed her eyes for one last time and saw her rapists face,
she pulled the trigger and she was finally free, for her it was the only way.
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Poetry and Short Stories
PoetryJust a culmination of my thoughts and random bursts of inspiration I guess Enjoy :) Also, ⚠️ trigger warning; some of the stuff I write about is quite dark and may trigger some people, please read with your own digression and stay safe ❤️ - Cover...
