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
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!