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sexual assault

ashes04 March 9th, 2018

a little poem;possible TW

Your dirty mouth pressed itself to my lips, despite my protest

Your tounge pushing its way through my mouth, making me nauseous

With a burst of courage, I punched my fist into your mouth

You slammed me back, blood filling my mouth, pooling over my lips

You leaned back in, your dirt mouth demanding a kiss

You pulled away for oxygen, my blood dripping from your lips

Your hands tightened around my neck

Black, and black, and suddenly

nothing

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friendlyDime4413 March 11th, 2018

@ashes04

I hope you found writing this down ,cathartic and healing. It's so good to be able to express yourself.

Good job!