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My Casual Relationship With Rape

Not all rape is violent. You don’t always know when it’s happening. It’s hard to wrap you head around. You do not feel like a changed person all at once. Your world doesn’t always shatter. Sometimes it splinters and you slowly pull out the pieces – sometimes waiting while your skin pushes it back to the surface. You try and rid yourself of it, and sometimes it takes a while for it to be apparent what exactly that means.

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PDA

You’ve started the rhythmic counting in your head that you picked up in fourth grade when you started percussion. One, two, blip, four, blip, two, three, four, one, blip, three, four…

You whip your head around. What did you just hear? Was that the front door closing? Is someone home? You realize it was nothing and become aware of the heavy beating in your chest, your shallow breathing. Blip. (Were you doing this before?) It was probably nothing you reassure yourself -blip-, as you pick little pieces of chip and paper off the ground that have collected there since last night. Blip.

Just An Outlet

You fuck her like your life source is running on low and leave her like you have somewhere to be.  …

Rising Change

You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …

Caring For The Sky

I wonder if it’s difficult for the sun to rise every morning, if he has a routine of coffee or …

When Your Mouth Is Cold

You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …

Make Love

We make love with loud laughter and morning voices. With arcane apologies and face-cupped sleeps. We make love with our …

Bone Trail

There’s a trail tattooed on your skin where my fingers have ventured over your shoulder and across your collar bone. …