Jan 28, 2025
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my body
my autonomy
my philosophy
my psychology
will always just be
what you made of me
ROTTEN CORE VENOM LORE.
go away, please go away, away
closing my eyes, gently I am held, painfully am I touched
go away, please go away, away
"You know I love you, right?"
how could I forget?
how can I forget?
I love you softly,
you love me rough
painfully now am I held
In
"I love you."
Out
If this is love, I wish Cupid shot me dead instead
In
on my knees
Out
we are head to head
In
We're nearing the finish
Out
In a race,
I'll never win.
but hey?
at least you love me,
right?
Why must I shut up? Why do I have to keep quiet?! So I don't make people uncomfortable? Well fuck that. What about me? You don't think I was uncomfortable? You don't think I was uncomfortable when he stole a part of me away and destroyed me in the process? Why must I keep quiet about the way he ruined my body? Because it makes some people uneasy? Good. It fucking should. Why must the victims be silent about the monsters that hurt us? I am never getting that part of me back, and I'm just not allowed to even speak of it? I want to scream it. I want to scream from the rooftops of how he's a monster. But I can't. Because the public doesn't approve of that. And speaking of your damage makes you an attention seeker, no matter how badly you actually need the attention.
series of alternate realities in which i still get hurt: on optimistic outcomes, pessimistic outcomes, and realistic outcomes
(tw: sa, rape, child abuse, suicide. take care of yourself, love you. you’re not alone)
As I lay there in that bed
Her eyes are piercing through me
A lovely baby blue
Paired with a face that,from afar,looks baby soft
But I know where to find those tell tale scales forming
Her face is under lock and key
But Her eyes are seeing things she's only seen in soap storylines on TV
She cannot blink nor turn away
Stuck in the best seat of the house
For a horror movie she will one day star in
My body
My body
My
Body
But it’s not mine
My body is not mine
My body,
Stolen
Conquered
And left to rot
My body
Never loved
But lost
My body
His body
Forgotten
And tossed
He stole
And forgot
And left it to rot
It is
His body