Tag: poem
To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters
On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who stoop to listen to their newsy plotless...
Revenge of the soul thief
You murdered my son, Abuser. Though breath still trickles out closed lips, he does not live. The twelve years since his disappearance drag by like a sea anchor pulled...
Eight of Cups
I keep seeing him, in gardenia scented dreams. he’s trying to talk to me, but either I’m too dumb to understand him, or he is speaking...
[Blood] Sodden Anguish/Deathbed Red (Fall 2017 Mood Board)
sodden anguish infiltrates interrogates fabric dips dyes flesh scarlet towels rags already adorn the floor design inspo autumn shade auburn burgundy the hues of after sapphire runs obscure ...
Stupid Milk
curdle in within myself like some homespun kiss of death spoiled milk shriveled biochemical bitch shadows on skin become tombs why am I still here when there are poisons...
Lessons on Assault
When they told me, I politely dismissed myself from my classroom and knelt over the toilet. They said she got mixed up with the wrong crowd— wrong boy. I tried not...
Silent Night
I was fully clothed. So, Did it happen? I’ve No right to complain. They are just boys. So Not really their fault, they are Just boys. I did not cry Or...
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The acknowledgement
I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?
Have the time of your life!*
*Common side effects may include but are not limited to: harassment, stalking, getting drugged, passing out in...
To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters
On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...
