It’s been twenty months
but at least once a week
I still discredit my mind’s version of that night
interrogate memories like they owe me answers
‘Why didn’t you fight back’
‘Maybe it wasn’t rape after all, just really bad sex’
‘You probably could have escaped if you tried’
It’s been twenty months
but at least once a week
I wish someone else would tell me
they still think like this too.
I am a poet from the North of England and began writing in 2017 and performing my work in 2018. I have been published in ‘A Catalogue of Failure’ and in ‘Further Within Darkness and Light’ (out June 2018, published by Nothing Books).
I write at Under Compulsion Poetry. You can also follow me on Instagram @undercompulsionpoetry.
Tragically accurate!
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Wow!
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From the mind of a victim…this is so very true.
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It is so painfully true how the victims sometimes need the reassurance and the validity of the facts. A painful writeup.
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