Poetry Collection: 'The Story of Her Demise'
TW: sexual assault, rape
The Story of Her Demise
You put the bullets of my trauma in the barrel of your gun
And tried to get me to play with it
Whilst aiming it at my temples
And declaring you were an innocent man
Whilst I said my last prayers
In despair of how this began
He painted his harmlessness with hands that harmed my soft body
The soft body that cages that little girl from a decade ago
That holds her hostage in the cloudy hostel room
That tortures her on a beautiful white beach
He declared his kindness with the same tongue that touched what wasn’t his
What she revoked through her tremors and breaths
Eight pairs of hands that felt her as meat
As a chalice to empty their privilege into
To dip their pens and use her as ink to come on to the page
Whilst bleeding her well dry
And painting the story of her demise
A two-letter word
You morphed in your ears to be the three letters
Of crystallised sexuality you projected onto me
A word I shouldn’t have had to repeat more than once
Or heard echoing in my cave of a mind
Whilst you did things
I said no to
