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Pressure

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My head began to spin as I tried to grip the loom to keep myself from falling. Slowly, I regained composure. But then, I dared to glimpse at the stain on the pattern again, making me anxious. I could hear the past in the crack of my bones as I began to tense up and curl into a ball. Lord, what is wrong with me?? I felt light and heavy simultaneously as my thoughts began to whirl and slowly creep out of control. 

I began to wonder who would pick up the slack on the production line. My abuser, maybe?

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #579

Inhu(man)e

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not only thieves purloin

women too often, so so often
have their dignity stolen from them
their bodies taken beyond recognition
their souls robbed of semblance

the monsters scurrying and creeping away after the ugly deed
running off with women’s futures
instilling fear in them without so much as an ounce of remorse
carrying away women’s shame as trophies

when will the craven grand larceny
of women’s bodies, minds and souls stop
when will the emptying of a woman’s stability cease
when will the brutal destruction foisted upon them end

WHEN???

Holy Monsters

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his hateful words
fly into my face
the froth of rage and ravagement
cover my being 
i’ll not forget the date soon

all exposed with my dress up 
this change from innocent to damaged goods
it hardens my soul
as a white trail of semen
rolls down my leg

this sunday he’d preached love
but i could only feel and say hateful things
in the rectory late in the day
my parents writhing in agony
me, cold and still afraid

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl #488

The Moon Shone

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If only the window would break
so I could fall away
from this midnight distress
of heavy breathing
laden with bourbon

If only I was not petrified
of what could
happen next
of what might
be my agony

If only this man
kept his hands
and his mutterings
of his wife’s failings
to himself

If only I was bigger
stronger
less frightened
when his hand clamped
down on me so hard

If only I was older
and knew what to do
beyond shaking
smiling glazed
and going numb

If only the moon
didn’t highlight
the deed
whitewash the evil
occurring below

If only the moon could save me