how plural happens by camelopardalisinblue, literature
Literature
how plural happens
i.
two years old, roseola spattered
and screaming, you are too much
and the baby goes away
until you are better; but daddy
comes too often.
ii.
your parents are knives
at each others' throats
& you are the epicentre.
iii.
you die cradled
in daddy's cage, joined
by strangers with hungry eyes,
wearing bad cologne, and
you are bathed in slime
that smells almost-not-quite
like the sea.
you, spun from roach-meat
and beetleguts, die often
and form again each time,
a butterfly-god
with endless lives,
until you have died enough
to lose yourself.
iv.
repeat iii ad nauseum
with new faces and cages
that aren't always empty
but-for-you, and spill blo
What is FUCKING WRONG with people Re:RAPE?! by JDNight, journal
What is FUCKING WRONG with people Re:RAPE?!
Cross-posted HERE @ LiveJournal
PLEASE READ!
Okay, I normally don't post this kind of material here to my dA journal but this is extremely important to the group I support #WingsofCrippledGlass (https://www.deviantart.com/wingsofcrippledglass). If you'd like to spread awareness of this and feature it in other groups that support rape victims, please do, feel free.
about2000milesaway:
I, like many others, am only now learning of the horrific crime(s) in Steubenville, Ohio.
“In August of 2012, a 16 year old girl incurred the wrath of her ex-boyfriend and he initiated a revenge that resulted in her being unconscious, dragged from party to party, and being stripped, subjec
Discovering Our Bodies by lackofevolution, literature
Literature
Discovering Our Bodies
Actions taken, influenced by what genetics and instincts told,
The cards of understandings are in my hand, I fold,
Friends at school speak of sex,
Covering perceptions not listed in text,
I hear their words, an image in my mind,
The image they create, to pause and rewind,
The germs of girls I forget,
Covering my erection, no longer will protect,
The desires evolving, to lay down nude,
For another to see, I no longer consider rude,
Home alone, a girl stands to see,
Following the words, I will show you if you show me,
The image in my mid, suddenly is real,
Cells in my brain connect, reach to feel,
I touch a difference, joy and fea