i liked the way my entire body would relax
go limp
all my points of tension would release,
allowing it to slide in smoothly
i would become fluid
warm water would fill my lungs, salty oceans would pool in my eyes
i was pliable
easily maneuvered, manipulated
for whatever he wanted to do to me
i wouldn't move
and air was that much more seductive
my breath would hitch with such melody,
it would be considered art
and suddenly i couldn't feel anything inside me
the hands around my neck allowed for such specific concentration
that the ravaging
happening below my waistline was wiped from my mind
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
