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Falling in Love with Sad King John

June 23, 2026June 23, 2026 Elisabeth Horan

When I watch you, and I mean… watch you Like a stalker at poetry readings I am at first engaged, noticing the enunciation You do, the measured beat, the drum like inevitability Of your cascading words And then I sink into you I feel selfish, like the words are for Read more

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The monster in me… Limp sonnet

July 7, 2023July 7, 2023 Elisabeth Horan

It’s so fun to fuck a woman, then leave her. It’s so easy to smile, and become her man. When you make me bleed, you ain’t so big — It shouldn’t be so easy to eat a heart… I’m thinking of you now, texting me; booty call I’m thinking of Read more

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A Blur of Selfishness and Orgasms

April 25, 2022April 25, 2022 Lorel Rea

This cannot be it. Don’t get her wrong, she likes some of it. The sound is awesome. Sounds, she thinks, deliriously lost in the world she crafts in her head as she hopes to get just a little wet. His breathing is short; he’s gasping into her ear, her neck, Read more

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Lessons in Language

January 15, 2020January 15, 2020 Lidy Wilks

We seem to be speaking two languages.  My NOgets lost in your translation and you hear, “Yes!” My NOhas embeddedin your headas “Yes, Yes,Take Me Now!”So you doas you thinkI wish. You take melike little boyswith their action figures.Pose my handsand feetto leap and fly,then crash brokenat your feet. You play and playand play, eyesand Read more

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Kiss Them For Me

December 19, 2018December 19, 2018 Lydia A. Cyrus

My body is a temple, which I will not desecrate. The phrase “virgin blood” is misleading. It means blood that has not previously been used in a sacrifice, not the blood of a virgin. Even that explanation is misleading because isn’t sex a sacrifice? Do you not open up yourself Read more

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survivor

May 13, 2018May 13, 2018 Rebecca Kokitus

I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you uncomfortable, just take the stairs his first kiss, my first sexual assault / go home smelling like the teenager I never Read more

Emotional Health, Featured, Poetryabuse, emotional abuse, emotional health, MeToo, poetry, prose, Rebecca Kokitus, relationships, sex, sexism, sexual predators1 Comment

Vlad

May 13, 2018September 14, 2018 Ronna Russell

I’m not worried ‘Bout the ring you wear ‘Cause as long as no one knows then nobody can care You’re feelin’ guilty and I’m well aware But you don’t look ashamed And baby I’m not scared –“Follow Me” by Matthew Shafer and Michael Bradford Vlad gave his profile serious consideration. Read more

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Sweet Spot

March 24, 2018October 15, 2018 Arlene Antoinette

I explore my body amazed at the softness of my skin. I am in awe of my breasts, the ease in which they fall to the side as I lay on my back. I use my index and middle finger to trace my areolas and nipples. I clasp a nipple Read more

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