*TW: sexual assault*
My tent and sleeping bag haven't left the closet in five years
The backpack that once was in the van
Now sits idly on a shelf
It was painful.
It was scary.
You took everything that summer.
The woods which once kept me safe
Are now haunted by my screams.
Heavy blankets under my body
You between my legs I'll bet I even bled.
You asked if you should stop, but without a proper reason you never stopped
Never faltered
Never even gave me a chance to scream.
Parent not even a two hundred feet away
Didn't hear my pain.
Next it was your messy bedroom
Battery operated and huge
Going slow makes it hurt more you said
But that wasn't true.
You got off on my terror.
My pain.
My screaming.
Even with your family there
They knew it was wrong.
I was just a KID.
You were almost an adult.
Still you're in my head.
Sometimes the abuse, the control, I miss it.
But not for the reasons you expect.
It hurt so bad.
But I didn't even know at the time
I didn't know the term was sexual assault.
Rape.
I didn't know.
I had no clue it was so bad
Not until school started
I was told by several people what it was
Didn't wanna believe it could happen to me
But I accepted it.
I told the cops. They took me out of class to chat.
Recorded it all.
I didn't know it was sexual assault.
Sure as hell didn't think you'd get away with it.
Still you haunt my dreams.
You ruined the woods.
The smell of fire is still nice
But I can't even look at a tent now.
That summer
You took EVERYTHING from me.
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xxchugg3rsxx
Painful crude poem. I like it. Hate that these things still happen in today's world.
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Thank you, I definitely had to access some super dark feelings for it.
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