No

The roses,
I got the thorns.
The candles,
I got burnt.
The virgin’s blood,
mine bled from the heart.

You took without asking,
to you, my no meant maybe.
You left me with a fuck you
as you spat at my disgrace.

I never said yes,
I screamed no.
It was never a challenge,
I was a girl,
you were a man.

You don’t know my name,
yet your face is inscribed in my every nightmare,
my every panic attack,
Your touch,
mutilated my being,
like a knife,
carving me from the inside.

And yet you walk free,
as I stay in the imprisonment you left me in.

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One Comment
  1. ~~~And yet you walk free,
    as I stay in the imprisonment you left me in.

    This is a “Wow.”

    Imprisoned forever…., yet the abusers walk free. Ghastly. Appalling. Unacceptable.

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