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I. Hate. Child. Molesters. Not such an unusual comment, but written down in my notebook it took on a significance of its own. I. Freaked. Out. Hate? I could not Hate. Over and over the words hit my mind with my shaking hands bearing witness I'd said something Wrong. Finally, I shoved my notebook and pens into my bag and stood up for almost a whole second before my knees gave out and I went down to the floor. FLASH Me as a child lying on a bed being touched "down there" Over. And. Over. The flashback repeated Me Bed My cousin Touching me And repeated Me Bed My cousin Touching me As I lay on the library floor, upstairs where nobody could help, too terrified to move, I wondered What. Was. Going. On???? Where did this come from? Unmistakably me Definitely him I was going to throw up. Bathrooms Where? I was completely disoriented, staggering out from a very thorough spin cycle. I eventually found my way into the bathroom, to the sink. I splashed water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. Was I older? Did I have dark circles under my eyes? Bags like suitcases? Anything?? But the face that looked back was Mine 17 years Red tinged, green eyes. It was still me with an Immensely. Heavy. Secret. I had been molested.
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
Unwelcome Revelation
This is the world we live in This is the world we end in We'll end with it, And it with us, The absolute of nothingness. This is the only comfort I can offer you. The finality of it all. And, you know, these days, Comforts are few. When the world is burning, and retribution is coming. Those four men and all their horses Barely held behind the gate. Soon, there will be no wants to fulfill Or desires to sate. Just nothing and ruin and what is left of our undoing. The end is coming, but That's alright. The fires Persist beyond our door. These are the only comforts I can offer you: Knowledge of the eventual end And arms you can rest in Til we both undo. So, can we sleep while the world ends? The distant sounds of grief Have not yet reached our window. Just hold me close, and I will, you Though the world's set alight I'll rest easy in your arms tonight. In bed, embraced. As the fires rage. This is how the world ends: Not with a bang, But with a kiss goodnight, With a soft "I love you," And a pause; An eventual, whispered "I love you too." And when the end comes, Garishly and unkind We'll sleep through it, Peacefully and sublime.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Tender Apocalypse
My fire is dimming My heart is heavy with pain Seeing the sad state of the world Is putting out my flame I had hope for positive change The path seemed so clear But now all I see is misguided hate And a planet in fear Everything is crumbling Yet people are convinced it's not Everyone needs humbling But no one wants to be taught It hurts me to see How many people are choosing hate There is a wrong side here But it's becoming too late Life as we know it is about ready to end Just remember you had a choice To not let evil win
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Evil is Winning