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multiply (yell it)

by @moniqueclavier

you caused this fire with a dimpled smile and a plane ticket can’t suffocate a blaze with a match petrol running down my legs wanna watch me burn at the stake? 7,000 miles of wildfires called me by your name like a moth drawn to a flame we kissed on the light up floor your fingers inside of me, it was divine to me surrendering my soul to my god left my lipstick scars all over you i ate the apple from the softness of your hand our garden of eden was no holy land i let you knock at the door of my spine no malice in my voice, come inside but baby, you weren’t expecting me to multiply like a moth drawn to a flame i bit your tongue in the break of day wanted to taste your blood for a change nothing like a little emotional devastation to get me through it yell it más, señor til your vocal cords are bloody oath taken in sacred silence tragedy and insanity and is it all a game to you? because you hid while i sought yell it más, señor yell it más and when i told you of the flower blossoming within you cried like a boy for his mother you see, there’s no way we can keep it not for your career and the next day on the 405 my soul wrung empty inside suffocating loneliness, all-consuming 75mph, nearly opened my door told my therapist i wanted the asphalt to eat me alive they took me to the madhouse while you had a pint and a laugh miles from my hospital bed they said “she wants to end her life with a baby inside, oh, what a terrible state she’s in” the doctor watched me as i cried with cigarette breath and roaming hands forced the wand inside of me at the same time i jumped over the ledge and did you know i laid in silence while he whispered in my ear “good girl, it’s a girl”, you see, oh? can’t you feel the joy? of creating something like God herself? like vines sprouting from the soil? but Oceania, so much panic, yeah too far, didn’t wanna come near my ash-strewn wreckage like a moth drawn to a flame blazing light, burned just right i wanted you to suffocate my pain pretended it didn’t exist for our transpacific love games i’ll be Marilyn and you be Errol the actor who can’t survive any longer and the one who devoured a woman whole yell it más, señor oh god i’m bleeding on the bathroom floor so much sacrifice for paradise but isn’t this what it’s for? tragedy and insanity and oh no, it’s all a game, i see yell it más, señor yell it más aliel enaj
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Written by
moniqueclavier
24 / F
For You?
Written by
moniqueclavier
24 / F
Published
Apr 25, 2022
Time
5m
Notes

yell it mas, señor. a poem adaptation of a song of the same name that i wrote. also hello again hellopoetry!

CW: abortion, coerced abortion, abortion guilt, suicidal ideation, sexual assault by a medical professional

certain verses/choruses/phrases were changed in their entirety. this was completely a vent piece that i basically vomited onto my keyboard about an international long-distance, long-term relationship i was in, an unexpected fluke of a pregnancy, medical negligence/sexual harassment, an abortion, the dissipation of his love for me, and the guilt that haunts me. not exactly a light read. BTW i’m 1000% pro-choice and am blessed that i was able to have safe and relatively easy access to a clinic following my termination. the guilt i feel for my abortion is normal for certain folks and does not mean that i did anything wrong. it was correct but the situation was traumatic

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#abortion#pregnancy#coercion#coerced#sexual#assault#medical#relationship#toxic#relationships
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