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Cyndi Allens Dec 2024
I'm floating

A blanket of darkness cradles me
and warmth fills me to the brim.
An odd sensation snaps me to my senses
and I'm filled with an overwhelming feeling that something is awry
the once pleasant warmth shifts into an unbearable heat
as the darkness closes in on me until I'm suffocating
I can't think, I can't breathe

I'm falling

I twist and turn in the dark, flailing blindly
every inch of my body feels as though it's been set ablaze
raw panic floods my senses
I need to get out
I need to wake up

I open my eyes
and push him off of me.
Unconscious people don't want tea.
Ksenija Ostojić Dec 2024
I said no,
He insisted.
I pushed him away,
But he didn't care.
I pushed, pushed and pushed...
But he was stronger than me.
"Come here let me kiss you"-He whispered
"No I don't want to"- I replied with my body showing signs of uncomfortableness.
But he still replied: "Just one kiss.", I stayed mute my body trying to fight.
I closed my eyes in despair,
I knew I wouldn't get away.
He kissed me, and I just wanted to dissapear.
I said no.
He insisted,
Pulled me closer,closer and closer.
Touched me, groped me, all over my body without consent.
I was 12 but I still feel his presence.
****** Assault that happened to me.
Ksenija Ostojić Dec 2024
Izvini za moje manice,
ali ti si taj koji je proš'o granice.
Od moje sise po moje dupe,
Jel moje telo bitnije od moje duše?
This is a poem in serbian.
Ksenija Ostojić Dec 2024
I dont feel safe anywhere ,
Your touch haunts me everywhere.
When I see you i feel an urge to throw up,
When i think of you i fall apart.
Sinking into this infinite loop,
The more I sink the more i feel like a fool.
You forgot about me .
But your touch haunts me .
I am scared that it will happen again.
It doesn't feel valid,
I wasn't *****.
It seems like they don't care.
Because we were kids,
Because i wasnt *****.
I would rather be lost with a bear,
Than be lost with a man.
This is an old poem of mine
Julianna Skye Oct 2024
Laying in the bed I feel suffocated, my throat closing up
I focus on the cracks in the ceiling, careful not to pry my gaze away
I started counting down the minutes until you would be done
So scared my body would betray my indignation

I felt hands crawl inside me, scraping at my insides
Making there way up my body, hands wrapped around my throat
Crawling at my mouth, begging for me to open wide
Begging for me to look you in the eyes

The sheets drenched in my sweat and my back glued to the bed
I felt you slip inside of me, your arms slick with moist
A droplet of sweat falling from your forehead onto my face
Covering the shed tears that lay upon my cheeks
Bile rose in my throat, the nausea threatening to escape

I wanted to be sick, I wanted to scream
My mouth went numb, no words would come out
My pleas for you to stop only fell on deaf ears

- the cracks in the ceiling help me to sleep at night
  when the memory of you comes fading back
RH Sep 2024
A dash of ketamine,
A helping of wine,
Is all the love potion
I need for you tonight.

Oh you say we just met?
Oh sorry, I forget.
After last night you
Came and slept
At my place.

You don’t remember?
Don't worry,
It was a dream after all, Right?

Care for another Love Potion?
Made with love for you, Darling.
Of course you reject the notion
That it could quiet your snarling.
I don't know why this spilled out of my mind, but it has a twin poem from the victims POV.
Chelsea Quigley Jul 2024
'Your body is a temple'
Or so it was.
My skin now soiled,

Just because.

A shot in the dark,
A moment of lust.
Leaving me soaked
To the bone,

Just because.

I was your greatest toy,
To pass and toss.
Tears still stream
From moments i've lost.
No reason to find,

But just because.
Chelsea Quigley Mar 2024
Can I confess?
That it wasn't my dress,
That led you to see
Me in my vest.
Dress to impress,
I do indeed.
But not to be stripped
And dipped in your sheets.
So you see,
Your desires,
Are your OWN to keep.

And do NOT blame a woman
Who you made unclean.
Jeremy Betts Feb 2024
Stabbed in the back
I never bled
Heart ripped out
Not one cracked rib

Contorted and twisted trying to fit a mold
Almost did but didn't break
Absorbed every physical blow
Not a single bruise did it make

Took in each syllable of every verbal assault
Still I stand tall
Blamed for trust and abandonment red flags forged by others
Still couldn't crush my spirit at all

Opened up and bared it all just to have it used as ammunition
Refused to clam up completely
Kicked repeatedly when down
Tried to prove it's deserved, couldn't convince me

PSYCH!!
HAPPY NATIONAL OPPOSITE DAY!

©2024
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