#sexualassult
Man or Bear
Man or bear
The choice was unfair
Both would **** with thrill
And yet the woman chose the bear
For she would rather be killed swift
Then be considered a gorgeous “gift”
The cub tried to hide it but there was no denying he was a bear
Forced to tear apart the very cage that bared his air
Leaving too many in despair just because he was a bear
He was a murderer they said
He could prove them wrong but instead
He would show them
Without him they would all be dead
For his feeble and evil had been left to severance
As his eyes filled with Malevolence
Good and bad needed a balance
But he couldn’t resist the urge of malice
As it built its empire
Destroying anything in its way
Any palace
Any life
With his teeth a knife
Mordantly destroying the harmony
As the people left his magic land
To the hand of a brand
That held all command
But killing the one who was billing
Would only leave the forest frozen and chilling
So against his willing
He decided it was a better time than ever
To flip his coin in the well
And stop these demons from hell
And so he began his plan to welcome every wonderful woman and destroy every morbid man
The “man” was no man but rather a boy
For he only saw a woman as a toy
A person to employ
Fill and exceed his greed
In a way that could only be done by a woman or ****
For he was a ****
Addicted to a terrible drug
That left him feeling smug
As he trapped the woman in a “hug”
She hoped to erase the embrace
Just like every memory she erratically escaped
Her very thoughts began to run
As he laughed “You used to be so much fun”
But now she was done
Her blind bolt to break out
Left her throat in a draught
Like her eyes glistened and imprisoned
He was bloodthirsty
Freed of all compassion and all mercy
So he hit and hit
Until her soul began to split
Because
Manslaughter was only the first of many crimes he would commit
When they found her she bruised and bloodied
She was beaten
It was barbaric
But everyone said she was “lucky”
Not to be eaten
Every mark was so thoughtless
His mind needed to be studied
To stop these deadly deeds
He was all over the news
While no one would even notice her “natural” bruise
For she was broken
Her life was a story
But it was never written
never spoken
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
my skin is red and raw
im simply meat and i have thawed
your hand leaves a print
the absence of skin
the creation of sin
and shame
i am in disarray
i cannot stand
i cannot lie
the tears from my eyes
from my cry’s
the salt is burning my flesh
leaving ****** valleys
there is no skin left
i am a collage of handprints
no part of my body is my own
no part of my body do i own
because every part of me has been touched
so much of me affected by lust
but when the dust settles
your no where to be found
you’ve gone under ground
to hide from the grey
to make my day
to let me pray
so those little girls can play
the way i never could
because i was never good
and no lady should act that way
because thats how you attract attention
but i should walk without clothes and feel safe
instead i walk without skin and shake
and wait for the rain
to wash the blood away
but with rain comes grey
comes another hand shape
i remember that hand shake
that earthquake
my heart break
let the sun come out
let me fry
let me die
and you can dine on my flesh
and i like always will pretend
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 1:39 AM UTC
When I was nine,
the nights stopped feeling safe.
Every evening had footsteps,
I prayed they would skip my door.
It kept happening,
almost every night
until fear felt like a bedtime routine,
and my own skin forgot it belonged to me.
He left eventually,
back to Iran
and the silence he left behind
was almost worse,
loud with what I couldn’t say.
For four months,
my dreams replayed the dark,
every sleep a rerun I didn’t choose.
But the sun kept showing up anyway,
and one morning,
I realized it rose for me, too.
When I go to sleep now,
it doesn’t win.
It’s mine again,
and it can’t touch me.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
You took me in your hands
so soft
so sweet
yet your eyes of greed
were warnings I couldn't see
and so when you said three words to me
I had no choice but to believe
so I let you peel back my skin
gentle at first
then hungry
for what you saw within
was so soft
so sweet
that your greed turned from a want
to a need
and as you indulged on my being
I pleaded for an end
you did not listen
and you lied yet again
and yet again I believed
until all that was left of me
was guts and blood
and as I watched you pick me from your teeth
all I could do was hope
that your stomach burned with my bittersweet memory
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
i laid on the bed completely defeated
with tears in my eyes and a handprint that left my skin heated.
i said no, and i meant it.
but you begged, you just couldn't accept it.
after you ****** me and used me at your disposal
you turned away from me and the phone screen lit up your face
so i turned my back on you and cried into stained sheets.
i never looked at my body the same
after you branded my body with your all-too-common name.
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC
i still remember the first time
that someone thought my body
was their property
my first girlfriend pressed her hand into my throat,
tightening her fingers
like she wanted to leave her prints there
but all that was left were bruises
that i had to explain away to my mother
a boy i just met grips my hair
he shoves me to the ground
i can still feel the branches pressing into my knees
his calloused fingers wiping away my tears
as he tells me to be a good girl
i want to be a good girl
i’m scared to not be a good girl
but i know i’m not
because good girl doesn’t shove her fingers down the back of her throat
digging like if she can go deep enough
she might find hidden treasure
good girl doesn’t feel hands forcing their way up her shirt
and think “he’s not going to stop
so i might as well let him”
good girl doesn’t feel ***** all the time
good girl doesn’t have fingerprints engraved on her skin
like tattoos
good girl doesn’t feel phantom hands
pushing their way up her skirt
if she sits a certain way
a good girl wouldn’t let that happen to her
a good girl doesn’t let her body
get rented out like a hotel room
a good girl is no one’s property
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Oh, how would it be...
to have a body
you never touched?
Would my skin not flake away?
Would my eyes stop pacing...
Only to avoid you?
Soft skin is always missed
But the throbbing between my thighs
Will forever stay; unforgotten
I wish to feel pleasure
Where there was pain
As he touches my curves...
Six months with someone new
And my my mind still disappears
In the blue sheets.
Oh, how would it be
To have a body
You never touched...
And Instead he did.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Some nights I go down memory lane
Where I don't like to be,
I go there because flashbacks come back,
To the point where I'm in tears
I don't like to cry,
But I can't help it.
When I do end up crying,
It's too late.
On a cold January day,
I was abused
Bad
In school,
In the bathroom,
In the handicap stall,
I was left there to cry,
When I told the police,
It was too late,
Way too late.
They couldn't do anything because it was way too late.
Since then,
The last 2 years,
I've been bullied,
Harassed,
Physically and online
Not to the point where I wanted to do self-harm
But I've thought about it,
Several times.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
tender beatings
delicate bones
beautiful tears
comforting pain
consented ****
willing victim
.esnes sekam lla ti dna
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
you played the cards
i was drunk and falling in love
you took my will
my will to love from my lips
i mistook your lust for love
will i ever learn the difference
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC