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Aspen S Mar 2017
kisses turn into monsters my
mind can't conjure up
they leave an ocean of pinks, purples, and blues,
yet I say nothing

this sharp - teethed demon
comes after me as fast as
a bullet can go

in my head,
i run rapidly, to the edge of the world,
but physically,
i stay as still as the sea

if I move,
he will come after me at supersonic speed
and i'll drown deeper
under these pink sheets
*for all of those whos consent has been violated*
dani evelyn Sep 2016
the thing about mountains is that there is only one peak and the rest is all downhill *****, nothing but raw material for an avalanche.

i don’t think you’re willing yet to see inside all the dusty corners of me, the places where the paint has chipped and there’s a drip in the ceiling and the tiles are coming up.

i didn’t kiss you back on the porch because i wanted to be fixed;

what i wanted was to dig deeper inside the gaping hole of what is already wrong with me.

the thing about setting people on pedestals and mountain peaks is that they will eventually fall

and the best thing you can do when it happens is to rip your eyelids off like band-aids.

--

i am discovering that it is possible to be both entirely certain and entirely uncertain at the same time.

there is only so far you can push me and then i swear

you will have to pick between the body and the girl within the body, so what’ll it be?

you don’t get to have that dream you so desperately want. you get this, you get me, or you can have somebody else,

but i don’t really want that, and that’s where the question is: how much of myself will i give away to keep you?

you didn’t ask me if what you did was okay, you didn’t let me choose, you didn’t ask for consent. these are facts.

--

the thing about mountains is that a snowball rolling down the side can grow to the side of a buick if you leave it alone long enough.

the thing about me is that sometimes my tongue flies straight of out of my mouth if you ask me to talk about things that matter.

here we are again, raw material for an avalanche,

and the tip of the peak is not as stable as i hoped it would be.

tell me you want me, baby,

tell me i’m not going to ruin this.

i guess the thing about people is that they never really want to change, do they?
Hannah Rose Sep 2016
I wasn't ready for him,
but he didn't understand that.
No
We sully women who think,
unbowed and without corsets
to prop or hide whatever fuddle
we've told them exists.

We need not be told, all
of us. No is not an abstract
concept, it rides no waves
of uncertainty, no great barriers
or walls need of climbing.

Verily he told her she must
cover for not to be mistaken for
impious. Shell-shocked and
sullied she bides her time between
bites to plot her spiritual escape.
The handcuff bites my wrist
as teeth sink, searing flesh.
A breath, a scent too familiar to forget.
Blind.
Massive palms, razor point
carving canyons down my spine,
blood is the wine.
The burn of beard
feigning consent.
Fistfuls of hair conquering words.
A corpse to rob me of life,
the press of perversity against satin.
Fighting, writhing
satisfaction.
Pain swells in every limb
the wet swell reveal my sin.
Slaps stinging awake
every fiber of clothing still keeping me safe.
The drive of possession
splitting secrets wide,
fingers around throat clenching tight.
Sweat running red,
the rising growls growls resonate in my head.
The raw force bruising
like claiming a slave,
body & mind consuming.
Ferocity leads to frenzy,
my senses rage against me,
The thickness rips,
devours,
conquers my body for paradise.
And I scream in the ecstasy taken.
A clenching incites eruptions,
the pulsing beast flooding.
My purpose awakened.
The noise stops
The sky is clear
Once again
Your hand drops
To my hair
Your mouth is near
But there's no sound
Your eyes, they speak
But I hear silence
All around
I'm not weak
But without you
I lose ground
Your presence
Brings peace
Don't care for much
But you I'd miss
Your lips on mine
No better touch
C'mon ******
I'm in a rush
The noises start
Our lips part
My mind won't stop
Your hands drop
I didn't say no
But you back off
You already know
If we go too fast
You'll move slow
Our love will last
Give it time to grow
Aspen S May 2016
the menace that abandoned my house
eventually came back
it used the words God gave him to threaten
everything in its path
he came back
screaming, clawing, gnawing at his prey
until there was nothing to left
its teeth would clench if his food
wouldn’t cooperate,
then he’d hold them down
to keep them from struggling

the same thing happened to you
but this was different
your menace was a real man,
someone who never quite understood
what consent meant
no one understands the word, "consent"
Grey May 2016
When she held me, I felt like an earthquake,
shrapnel cutting quick to the bone.
I’m disaster, an unknown
kind of danger is the most dangerous

When he held me, I felt like a riptide,
all control ran out the door.
With the *** and cappuccinos
I felt out of place in my new home

When she held me, I felt disgusting,
every move my own betrayal.
Yes, she hurt like a gunshot
but I did this to myself

When he held me, I felt strange,
like I should give my whole self.
He never asked, I’m thankful.
I don’t want to ruin everything else

When she held me, I felt like a secret,
like I was something small and wild.
In a room of screaming children,
we were something invincible

He never held me, but that’s alright.
Someone tell him I understand.
Take it slow, like we’re new friends.
I’m alive for once

No one touch me, I don’t want it.
Stop breathing down my neck.
My throat fills with *****,
But the hands never rest

No one touch me, leave me alone.
Stop pressing on my back.
There are thumbprints on my wrist bones
and handprints on my thighs

Don’t touch me when you aren’t here.
So many years have passed.
Is it trauma? I don’t care.
The filthy feeling always lasts

Don’t touch me when you aren’t here.
Nobody ever has to know.
When you’re sitting by your lonesome
Nobody cares, you’re on your own

Nobody cares, you’re on your own
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
All of this torment
I did not consent
In all this suffering
There is no comforting
In all this despair
No one cares
In this grief
I get no relief
I am so spent
More than bent
In all this pain
I am not sane
In all this anguish
I just languish
It's pure desolation
If I failed to mention
With no more hope
I only cope
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