Things I Can’t Explain (#1)

When he has sex with me,
he holds me down.
He pulls my hair,
bites my skin,
comes at me slowly.
All my muscles tremble,
all my blood blooms.
My eyes squeeze shut
and
it seems
it will never end
When he hits me,
he holds me down.
He pulls my hair,
bites my skin,
comes at me slowly.
All my muscles tremble,
all [...]

i wrote it, but that’s not my handwriting in the red book

maybe i’m a mermaid
in my blue jeans,
or a poem that’s never been written.
but what are the chances i’ll ever be anything tangible
or completed.
i could make you promises of my potential
but i know that words are only
sounds from the mouth,
and don’t mean a thing
unless
some sort of
action
is applied.
and although i’m willing to take a stand
my apathy should [...]