rough misty kisses
i can feel the ice in my teeth
but my mind slides over the pain
like my drunk hands on your
stone(d) hips
but the sound our lips make
as they crash together
(yours with teeth, mine with blood)
seems somehow offbeat,
further echoed by
our bodies,
which fit like mismatched puzzle pieces
forced to fit,
crushed and distorted, the cardboard
warped
and when you shove yourself inside of me
the shame feels just as permanent
sup
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eek! A depiction of rape. Raping the mind, body and soul.
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ouch.. between me and you, I can relate.
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