(no subject)
I raped myself with painful truth, stripped
me of my courage to fight myself off as I
pinned me to the ground. I whispered in my
ear “You’ll like it” and penetrated myself
with genitalia otherwise known as self-effacement
and low self-esteem and thoughts of “They’ll
like you better this way”. If not for metaphorical
violation of my innocence, I might be okay.
But now it’s too late. I raped me of my dignity,
my right to say, “I love me” as I set the table with
forks and knives and look into this silver platter.
me of my courage to fight myself off as I
pinned me to the ground. I whispered in my
ear “You’ll like it” and penetrated myself
with genitalia otherwise known as self-effacement
and low self-esteem and thoughts of “They’ll
like you better this way”. If not for metaphorical
violation of my innocence, I might be okay.
But now it’s too late. I raped me of my dignity,
my right to say, “I love me” as I set the table with
forks and knives and look into this silver platter.