#sexualassaultsurvivor
‘’for two butterflies to
love, they must dance
for one another
until the night chimes
and their hearts are full
it is a sacred,
beautiful, and
intricately vulnerable
ritual; some may say
that it is the nature
of butterflies to dance,
to flutter and to fly free
this dance is chosen
this dance is decided
this dance is given and
never simply taken
but for me?
my dance was not chosen
it was demanded of me
my wings were ripped apart
whilst the dance forced upon
me was terrifying and ugly
i eventually fell into the depths
of the forest as i was
ravaged upon by a
butterfly too inconsiderate
to realize the damage
he had done
i do not wish to dance anymore
because all i remember is the
waltz i never wanted to take.’’
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
“i search up his name,
atleast from what i remember
his name being, for the 5th
time this afternoon
instagram
tiktok
facebook
even ******* safari
i feel a knot form in my stomach
as i type in his name again
and again
and again
and again
i miss the tongue he kissed
me with and the hands that he
roamed my body with
i hate myself for it,
i truly do
i hate that i miss the same person
who made me scrub my skin so
hard in the shower just to get
his ******* handprints off me
i’m sorry,
especially to my boyfriend
he doesn’t need to hear me cry.”
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 3:18 AM UTC