I Am Sorry
Rocqueville
"Don't scream!" He says So she bites her tongue ,closes her eyes And watches this play out again AM SORRY "You're hurting me" she tries to say In between broken sobs and tears But he doesn't listen To him she is a toy he uses to reach his "sextacy" heights AM SORRY! She fights invisible wars Her skin tatted with invisible scars Cause the monsters under her bed now lie on top of her I AM SORRY!! She tried to speak up but society acts like this is not a priority She is only thirteen!!! Are you kidding me?! Telling her that rape is inevitable so make the best of it ,stay calm and enjoy it. Are you literally, actually kidding me?!! This is her body not some public property Society treats rape with such simplicity So much so it has become a new reality I AM SO SORRY
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Ren
It's sad to know how heartless some people can be
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2018-11-30 18:07:43
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Rocqueville
I know right!!
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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