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Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
"Every survivor of ****** assault deserves to be heard, believed, and supported."

Rainwater of
the Elysian fields,
you assuredly do
like to drown your winged heroines?
You write them as strange
bitter narratives,
spurious to the calling
or as a bit of
bloodletting go.

The history formed around either
her breaking at the seams
upon the witching hour,
and her own home village
pillaging her claims
in the bonfire;
Or the arcane notion
no woman shall give testimony
against a neighbor
on the occasion he's a man.

Yes, she cried 'no' at the temple gate
Yes, she repeated such entreaties
But she'd also been into the ale
and wore an overtly
fetching carousal dress
you incensed.
Let her dam break
Let her try and flood us over
you mocked.
She was only a wayfaring angel
one reckless bird of passage
What type of wounds
could she inflict?

How easily you lost sight
of her will & halo
becoming stronger than fright.
Down she poured in antipathy,
until covering your gaping mouth!
It wasn't rain that killed you,
for you were the rain,
it was her blood calling out
that finally did you in...
When it comes to ****** assault and/or harassment, a woman's voice needs to be listened to and believed.

Inspired by the poem "Dark Sky, One Star," by fellow HP writer Ashly Kocher.
Laiba Nov 2019
The saddest part of being laiba
Is that even  if the world told me
It's not my fault
I would sit there
And say it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it isit is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it is
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MY FAULT
Life is ****
Being a **** survivor is even *******
And being laiba Is the shittest
Laiba Nov 2019
DRIP DROP
DRIP DROP
THE PINDROP SILENCE
OVERTUREND BY MY TEARS
Broken
Alone
Tears
Crying
Anger
****** abuse truama and its everlasting affects
RatQueen Jul 2018
You're the thorn in my side
The smoke in my eye
You clipped both my wings
To be sure I won't fly
I hope it makes you happy
I truthfully do
To pick on those that are smaller than you

I'll be okay I'll be alright
I hope when you self reflect
You see that look in my eyes
When you kicked sand in my face
And pressed my head in the dirt
Alone in that sad empty place
How's it feel to hurt?

They say it comes back to you
They say its in 3's
If thats true
I'll be the queen
And you'll be begging on your knees
What's that? I can't hear you
Because you never heard me

The echo chamber of what we were supposed to be
So ******* physically
emotionally
mentally
Now I'm the one who's cold cruel and callous
coincidentally
Because I rose from the ashes of what I once was
And I did it without using others. Not once.
RatQueen Nov 2019
Maybe we were drawn together
at fragile time
We saw too much
and accepted this as a paradigm

It makes me sick
what made you tick
was justifying lies
Standing proud
your tiny shroud
your pedestal of grime

And then I broke
you made me choke
on all our little pieces
I spit and sputtered everywhere
watched them float into the creases

Meanwhile my masterpiece was
painting pretty pictures of us
Displaying them
relaying them
in all 4 different seasons

I showed them off to others
exhausted to the core
While I scoured
for our precious tiny pieces on the floor

You stood above me smirking
taller than the sky
You knew I'd never find them
you knew that I'd just cry

One day I just stopped looking
and now I know thats good
Now I draw the line
between I can
and when I should

No longer am I hunched and crunched
on my knees and on my hands
Searching through the carpet fibers
through the dirt
and through the sand

But there's something that I never knew
When I finally said enough
When I held my head up high
And decided to be tough

They said that you would lie to me
And promise to be better
They said that you would write to me
apologies and letters

They said all sorts of tiring things
That I one day saw as true
I didn't want to see it
That the monster was just you

They said that I'd be better off
Once I finally leave
But they never told me years from now
I'd still be missing parts of me
TW: a story of an abusive relationship
Philomena Nov 2019
black skin
white
cotton
dress
swinging back and forth
humming with the birds
blood running down her thighs
womanhood is calling
hips and curves
men cat calling
screams echo
kicking and screaming
silence as she cleans her
white
cotton
dress
p.w.
the dogs of war
and hounds of hell

        need loving homes

                        to live in peace
                        and live to tell
Sleepless in foetal slumber
Eyes closed yet wide and irredescent to your indescrections
The dark lays like a veil underneath your rough hands
As they inappropriately trace my delicate infants body
I do not move
I cannot out of fear of what you’d do if I dared to
but I should think myself lucky really
you spared me from the full extent of what your evil could have done
but still I can still feel the weight of your hands like a tonne of bricks pushing down on me
now ,can’t let anyone too close .
what you did comes like back in
blows to my psyche
Mark Toney Oct 2019
little brown rabbit
in a field of coyotes-
hoppy survivor
5/22/2018 - Poetry form:  Haiku - For many months my wife and I have seen a little brown bunny frequent our back yard from a field in the back that has coyotes, foxes, deer, opossum and raccoons. It returns to the field each day and we always think it will be its last day.  But a few days later there it is again   A hoppy survivor for sure! - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
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