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i cried over fireflies in front of you on our first date and you asked for my permission to hold me because you knew that i was far too familiar with unwelcome hands and i have never felt more grateful for something so rudimentary. my ****** is walking free as this is written he woke today feeling safe. he woke today with his monstrous hands uncuffed flashing fangs in his toxic grin the same that tore my flesh to ribbons. I woke today to another ****** assault report from a girl's seemingly worst nightmare, (the third in under a month) as well as a *** offender/supreme court appointee plastered on every platform, and, subsequently, a ****** predator in the highest seat in the country. monsters like them wake to comfort while i wake to feeling as though i can't breathe with the weight equivalent to his five-foot-nine stature bearing down onto my chest. you hugged me once and i started crying because i couldn't move my arms and you held me in bed for the following hours as my whole body trembled. i didn't mind thanking you when you asked if you could hold me but i wish i wasn't accustomed to doing so.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
the american reality
i cried over fireflies in front of you on our first date and you asked for my permission to hold me because you knew that i was far too familiar with unwelcome hands and i have never felt more grateful for something so rudimentary. my ****** is walking free as this is written he woke today feeling safe. he woke today with his monstrous hands uncuffed flashing fangs in his toxic grin the same that tore my flesh to ribbons. I woke today to another ****** assault report from a girl's seemingly worst nightmare, (the third in under a month) as well as a *** offender/supreme court appointee plastered on every platform, and, subsequently, a ****** predator in the highest seat in the country. monsters like them wake to comfort while i wake to feeling as though i can't breathe with the weight equivalent to his five-foot-nine stature bearing down onto my chest. you hugged me once and i started crying because i couldn't move my arms and you held me in bed for the following hours as my whole body trembled. i didn't mind thanking you when you asked if you could hold me but i wish i wasn't accustomed to doing so.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
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