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lisagrace Aug 3
She is seventeen - not quite a girl,
He sees this

                     A pat on the ***

The not-quite-girl whirls back
"I'm not comfortable with that, "
He looks at her then,
And almost....scoffs
"What? It's just a ****."

Her spine stiffens—
She does not laugh.

And even before this -
                   
                      Hands on her waist
                      A hand, resting on her collarbone
                      Fingers tucked underneath
                      the collar of her shirt
                      She moves it away -
                      He moves it back
                      There are fingers on her       
                      sternum now,
                      nearly touching her breast

And then he touched her *******
The next entry in the Retrospective poem series. Fair warning: this piece gently explores difficult memories and includes reference to personal boundaries being crossed.
I vote we change Content Warning
To Contact Warning.
Please keep your words off my emotions
And your knives out of my heart.
SuperCunt Jun 2019
Stick your fingers in my mouth.
Please.
Stick your fingers in my mouth.
Like I do.
Stick your hand down my throat,
Please.
Honey.
I’ll show you how.
To reach down my esophagus and rip the life out of me.
Like I do.
Mmm.
Just like that.

See? It’s not so hard.
Now do it again. And again and again and again and again.
Please.
CallMeB Aug 2018
Your nails were like razor blades cutting against my skin.
I asked begged you to stop but
you wouldn’t.

When I look
in the mirror all I see
is your handprints; all I feel is disgust.

I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m a skeleton
of the person I used to be.
You didn’t care.

You just kept looking at me with that same malicious smile.
You tainted my skin
all with the touch of your hands.
Your mouth.

I was always told
my body was a temple, and I protected it as such,
but you forced your way in and I was helpless.

You looked right through me as
you held me down and had your way with me.
It’s still hard for me to say those words, what you did to me —
you defiled me in such a horrendous way

I thought there was no coming back —
i still think that.

— The End —