Collective Unrest

 

black shards

December 19, 2018

*TW for sexual assault 

1/2

my sexuality has been invaded all my life

that night especially

that night I was torn I was ripped I was shattered

black shards of glass,my eyes bleeding,achy after

wet and cold and for some reason ashamed

because maybe I wanted it? maybe I asked for it

silky shimmer dressing my skin,legs long

black thigh high heels,lace,I don’t wear bras either

fuck them and fuck him for invading my intimacy

 

it’s mine my sex is not yours to claim

and I’m taking it back

(though I can’t help but wonder

was it my fault?)

2/2

my intimacy should be cherished because it is just that

intimate

my sexuality should be caressed my sex stroked

touch me with soft hands hold me like I’m glass

keep in mind my sexuality is fragile and forever mine

(although I might be willing to share)

I used to let it get passed through undeserving hands

but I know now I am golden I will break fake metals

I need a platinumsoul pure and shining and raw

 

Aryanah Haydu has recently completed a degree in Creative Writing… Lost as any soul out there, she finds solace in playing with words and lives life attempting to avoid the pressures of her existential timeclock.

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