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Apr 2019
sir i bite my thumb at you and your unwanted hand
caressing her hip
tracing ‘ s l u t ’ slowly across her flesh like a brand

darling, that’s not pencil,
glitter you can wash away in the shower once he’s gone
that’s permanent marker
it’s not coming off any sooner than the wine stains
on your carpet
or the blood stains on your tights
it’s his word against yours
and you will always be at a disadvantage

speaking out is
unladylike
but never let that stop you
keep on fighting the good fight, my loves.
Beth Bayliss
Written by
Beth Bayliss  19/F/England
(19/F/England)   
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   JaxSpade and Fawn
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