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#coercion
love shouldn’t ignore no & rewrite your skin without permission. i was 14 & still learning how to say yes to myself. i didn’t know how to say no with a body that wasn’t even mine yet. backseat. backdoor. back then. i bled & said nothing. but now— i speak. i am not what he did to me. i am what i chose after.
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Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
back then
Your sickening words Are a bitter ambrosia. Your compliments insult As piercing as a dagger. You make me bleed Divine drops of gold. You made me holy To **** my mortality. I am not ready to die And be cursed by life. I am unwilling to serve Under your command. I was willing to once, But now I have learned. I was a foolish mortal soul Who was tricked by a god.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
72/8 "To **** My Mortality"
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 ****** 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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Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 8:08 AM UTC
multiply (yell it)
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 ****** 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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skinny promise new-moon curves, wide soulless wet ****** & threat ******** the countdown town’s painted blood painted dead plough-edge seams pub-meal & drinks (what is that?) dead funny cramp & red stand up straight for ***** sake, what’s your game? cramp & red cramp & red spine on string - my head hung from beams cramp & red hanged mouth-smile hanged
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 10:30 AM UTC
1st
i saw that shift in your gaze when you remembered the last time you became something Wild, Hungry whats in my mind, asked with that eager and far away look in muddy water eyes I sympathize, compromise it's happened again while the city lights rippled the water with their speed you put your hands on me and I doth not protest when you say i was the one that got away so why am I back so why am I afraid to turn away or say this ain't ok with me why must I empathize without boundaries or fear an abrupt ending to this uncomfortable moment
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Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
mabey baby
Billowed down onto natures bust a face full of dirt a mouth full of maggots corpsing coercion onto frantic plates slopping up the juicy details derailing off the tracks into a new train of nature, saving only what comes of value yet, you don't save yourselves. Lucrative hands slithering softly by ready to steal your life with just a touch how much are you worth? Unfortunately, nothing.
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
Soft
Not sure if you changed your number Or ignored my texts But you need to hear this Remember that **** that happened my senior year? When you decided that you'd stay alive if I stayed physically involved with you? And continued to touch me even though I said no? You better not have forgotten Because I sure haven't That is called coercion Not only is it ****** assault It is **** Which makes you a ****** You made me feel so bad for stopping For no longer letting you use me That was victim blaming You placed your supposed 'love' for me Over my literal existence as a human being You justified ****** me By saying you loved me And that doing it would keep you From killing yourself But you didn't realize how much You were killing me Just because you love someone Does not mean they owe you anything Whether they like you back Or not Whether they've hurt you Or not You do NOT get to assault people Just because you think you deserve it I'm not as mad as I used to be And I'm only writing this Because you need to hear it You need to know you're a ****** So you don't do it ever again I can't change what you did to me But you can make sure it NEVER happens again
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Letter to my ****** (trigger warning)
Desperate times like this call for a distraction. Feeling wanted and craving some attention. There's always a price to pay without an education, in the art of seclusion.   Laying on the couch as he gazed upon me. Taking in the sight, to his delight he found me charming. He told me, "I'm a fighter. I'm a queen." That he found me particularly fascinating. "We're not so different you and me, Which makes you superior when compared to anything." I was stuck between the sheets. Plunging forward. Falling further. Wondering why his smile made me feel so sickening. I'd be crying as he took me in his arms. Made me believe he truly meant no harm. He held me tightly and he muttered, "If you get any older maybe we could move past heavy petting. You can't gain experience without experimenting. " He told me, "I was pretty And around pretty things don't mind if I get a little touchy feely. Younger girls fall so very easy. Just don't gain any unwanted feelings, without them I can still make you feel amazing." Once again I was stuck between the sheets. Plunging forward. Falling further. Unknowingly risking everything. I felt like nothing when compared to anything. He'd pull me closer as I started shaking. Assured me that'd he'd never hurt me and there was no need to be afraid. He made me feel uncomfortable rather than amazing. Turns out his words meant nothing. Still sitting frightened in his lap. My need for comfort had enticed him so much one day when he just snapped. And me feeling guilty for doing so, I Innocently asked, Craving comfort and security, how was I supposed to know? I'm sorry, that really wasn't my intention.   He started smirking as he said, "You really like attention. Your teasing doesn't pay the bill. One day you won't be able to shut me out. And those doors won't stop me from getting in. Is that so difficult to comprehend?", he threatened. I was a token of your humor. I was your stupid little fool. I was nothing but your prisoner. I meant absolutely nothing at all to you. I was stuck within your sheets. Unable to move forward. There was nowhere else to fall. As I was screaming silently, you made me realize the meaning of nothing meant me. If I had known all along, that I was backed against the wall, I would have never wrote this poem. And I would have fought harder than just screaming, that this feels wrong I think we should stop.
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
The Meaning of Nothing
Desperate times like this call for a distraction. Feeling wanted and craving some attention. There's always a price to pay without an education, in the art of seclusion.   Laying on the couch as he gazed upon me. Taking in the sight, to his delight he found me charming. He told me, "I'm a fighter. I'm a queen." That he found me particularly fascinating. "We're not so different you and me, Which makes you superior when compared to anything." I was stuck between the sheets. Plunging forward. Falling further. Wondering why his smile made me feel so sickening. I'd be crying as he took me in his arms. Made me believe he truly meant no harm. He held me tightly and he muttered, "If you get any older maybe we could move past heavy petting. You can't gain experience without experimenting. " He told me, "I was pretty And around pretty things don't mind if I get a little touchy feely. Younger girls fall so very easy. Just don't gain any unwanted feelings, without them I can still make you feel amazing." Once again I was stuck between the sheets. Plunging forward. Falling further. Unknowingly risking everything. I felt like nothing when compared to anything. He'd pull me closer as I started shaking. Assured me that'd he'd never hurt me and there was no need to be afraid. He made me feel uncomfortable rather than amazing. Turns out his words meant nothing. Still sitting frightened in his lap. My need for comfort had enticed him so much one day when he just snapped. And me feeling guilty for doing so, I Innocently asked, Craving comfort and security, how was I supposed to know? I'm sorry, that really wasn't my intention.   He started smirking as he said, "You really like attention. Your teasing doesn't pay the bill. One day you won't be able to shut me out. And those doors won't stop me from getting in. Is that so difficult to comprehend?", he threatened. I was a token of your humor. I was your stupid little fool. I was nothing but your prisoner. I meant absolutely nothing at all to you. I was stuck within your sheets. Unable to move forward. There was nowhere else to fall. As I was screaming silently, you made me realize the meaning of nothing meant me. If I had known all along, that I was backed against the wall, I would have never wrote this poem. And I would have fought harder than just screaming, that this feels wrong I think we should stop.
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No, I wasn't drinking Yes, I was dressed "provocatively" No, I didn't come on to him I didn't say he could touch me No, I wasn't giving him "bedroom eyes" No, I didn't lead him on Yes, I shared a cab with him No, I didn't say he could put his hands on me Yes, I was naive No, I didn't say I wanted to put my hand or my head in his lap No, I didn't ask the taxi driver to help me No, I didn't refuse to let him put his fingers in me No, I didn't tell him I wanted to go home then Yes, I let him take me to his apartment Yes, I let him take my clothes off Yes, I let him inside me No, he didn't use a ****** Yes, I took a morning after pill Yes, I regret it But he didn't ask, so I didn't say no
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
I Didn't Say 'No'
is it you – too? the scratch of skin blood under nails, fighting the phantoms and scratched back in couplets through flesh onto bone words inside, words out is it you, love? who has me choking on verse spat with toothpaste and blood tucked into an unwatched glass and drunk until birdsong flows
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
elocution lessons
I rub my skin raw because of the way your desire scarred its way across my unwilling flesh. You were selfish, you are selfish. You are greed in a human body, and I am paying for it. Triggered by another man the same as you, who put his hands around my neck and seemed confused by the concept of a woman not wanting him. Who quickly decided he didn't care either way, and that I could get him off "willingly" by my own method or be forced in ways I would not survive. There is no such thing as yes when no is taken from you, when you have a choice between two evils and you choose the one you think you can live through. When silence answers questions and "I don't want to do this" is ignored because his **** means more than the choices of the person he's trying to force himself on. That is no man, that is a monster dressed as a high school student pretending consent can be forced. Because you made me decide between you ****** me unprotected or getting you off with something else, and I chose the one I thought I could live with, that wouldn't result in an unwanted life growing inside an unwilling body, a body that wasn't willing at conception and who would probably make the choice to end its budding inside of her before having her rapists child. Because you triggered memories of coercion with your threats, because you made it happen again and afterwards had the ******* nerve to get me some ******* grape juice and hand it to me ******* ******* pouting because I "looked like I hated every minute of that" and you "didn't even get to **** so it wasn't even worth it." Because coercing me into ****** activities under threat of unprotected **** apparently wasn't worth it because you didn't get to **** me, because me telling you no and saying I didn't want to until you got so fed up you wrapped your hands around my neck and squeezed annoyed you. Because you put your **** over my free will, over me as a human being. And I get to suffer because of it. You made me a survivor twice over and you smile at me in the hallways like you're somehow still my friend.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Survivor x2
I rub my skin raw because of the way your desire scarred its way across my unwilling flesh. You were selfish, you are selfish. You are greed in a human body, and I am paying for it. Triggered by another man the same as you, who put his hands around my neck and seemed confused by the concept of a woman not wanting him. Who quickly decided he didn't care either way, and that I could get him off "willingly" by my own method or be forced in ways I would not survive. There is no such thing as yes when no is taken from you, when you have a choice between two evils and you choose the one you think you can live through. When silence answers questions and "I don't want to do this" is ignored because his **** means more than the choices of the person he's trying to force himself on. That is no man, that is a monster dressed as a high school student pretending consent can be forced. Because you made me decide between you ****** me unprotected or getting you off with something else, and I chose the one I thought I could live with, that wouldn't result in an unwanted life growing inside an unwilling body, a body that wasn't willing at conception and who would probably make the choice to end its budding inside of her before having her rapists child. Because you triggered memories of coercion with your threats, because you made it happen again and afterwards had the ******* nerve to get me some ******* grape juice and hand it to me ******* ******* pouting because I "looked like I hated every minute of that" and you "didn't even get to **** so it wasn't even worth it." Because coercing me into ****** activities under threat of unprotected **** apparently wasn't worth it because you didn't get to **** me, because me telling you no and saying I didn't want to until you got so fed up you wrapped your hands around my neck and squeezed annoyed you. Because you put your **** over my free will, over me as a human being. And I get to suffer because of it. You made me a survivor twice over and you smile at me in the hallways like you're somehow still my friend.
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i don't fear the god above i'm frightened of his hands on earth thousand of fingers knitting chains imprisoning these blooming peonies in the garden of hell * i'll chop your fingers off by watering
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Honor