Trigger Warning: Rape
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13. Scared.
Not sure what to do
I have two options
Get up and leave the theater
Or
Let my then boyfriend reach down my pants
As I beg him to stop.
That day, I took the road less travelled
i wrote so many poems about you
countless words about the destruction you did to me
my soul was ripped apart so was my hymen that night
i remember the first time i felt it
that sadness, that heartbreak
that irreversible feeling of impending doom
the shaking, the sweats, the nightmares
all of it
like it was yesterday
i laid there
as i felt your breathing on your neck
frozen in fear
i begged to hear your grunts stop, your breathing slow
"Get off me!" i screamed, but the words wouldn't come out
i didn't want this
i laid there
as i felt your breathing on your neck
frozen in fear
i begged to hear your grunts stop, your breathing slow
"Get off me!" i screamed, but the words wouldn't come out
i didn't want this
Dear Artemisia,
When you were a teenager,
You were raped by your tutor,
A friend of your fathers.
When you were a young adult,
Your father sued your rapist,
For destruction of property,
Sex.
That's all I am to you.
To have as you like
All day and all night.
Until your pleasure is through.
Breasts.
At the beginning of senior year, I was in a daze.
Blonde, still short, and almost ready to graduate.
And I thought nothing of it.
I watched my friends apply for college.
She tempted me…
By wearing that short skirt
Paired with sharp stiletto heels, creating the illusion that her legs go for miles
A risqué top so I did not need my imagination
Lips made full
