(Trigger Warning: mature themes) A poem about trauma and salvaging love, for the Sexual Assault Awareness contest. Thank you for reading <3 (Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZcf3oXfz5k)
Dark memories, that I can't quite remember.
fighting every little piece of my puzzle that did not fit The war is already won (2nd part to Collab with @orcastogether) "you are not your trauma." I did something really freaking brave...dumb but brave. Do I regret it...well it depends on the day or time of the day Fuck You Fuck My Life Fuck Everything
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All rights reserved. In light of Sexual Assault Awareness Month, I've written a poem about my experience as a survivor for the “Sexual Assault Awareness Contest.” Although this was extremely difficult to write about, I'm ... Check out my piece on remorse and how I relate to it For @pro_crastinate 's contest, prompt was Wis- . A short story about a trauma inducing experience, one involving a murder.
My experience with sexual assault. It happened years ago but it’s still really hard to write about because he still, somehow, holds power over me. Way back when I confronted him about his actions... This is either a metaphor for depression or a guide on flirting with the cryptid in your backyard. Roses are red and violets are blue...
None of your roses in my garden. Type: Flash Fiction
Description: Recovering from a trauma is never easy, but with love there may be a way. Wearing it beyond your skin.
Word Count: 108
So I wrote all of these today based off one encounter with some asshole, enjoy! :)