// ode to the rapist hiding within the body of a boy //
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weeklybrent// you should be loving someone //
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// rip to the girl whose grave lies within your body //

// ode to the rapist hiding within the body of a boy //

** trigger warning: mentions of rape ** ** some strong language **

she wasn’t anything less of a rose,

beautiful and strong,

and resilient,

bleeding love and life wherever she went.

she was delicate,

and loving,

and wanted the best for everyone in her presence,

she radiated warmth

and compassion and kindness,

even when she lived in solitude.

she bloomed even in the worst of circumstances,

even in the face of disaster,

even when she had no sunlight,

no water,

no love and care granted to her.

you were quite the opposite,

a thunderstorm quietly brewing miles away.

your magnitude increased in direct relation

with your circumstances,

and you spread negativity when you experienced it yourself.

you drew her in,

promised her a steady stream of water,

a steady stream of love and care,

you even promised to let a few rays of sunlight in.

but you lied.

and you fucking wrecked her.

you had her wrapped around your finger,

begging you to rain,

begging you to give her everything she’d missed from a lover.

but you were no lover,

and you took advantage of the fact that she had been hurt before,

you took advantage of the fact that she was open to love once again.

you poured,

and poured and poured,

until she could no longer recognize

the difference between her tears and your rain,

for they had both been formed through sadness.

and she had been alright with that,

she could live through that,

she had lived through worse.

but that was before your lightning struck,

that was before you ripped her to shreds

until she was one with the ground,

until she felt worthless.

until she could not tell the difference

between her wilted petals and her dried up blood,

for they were both repercussions of ex-lovers.

and she had been alright with that,

she could live with that,

she had lived through worse.

but that was before you took light away from her,

that was before you took her own light away,

until she could no longer know

whether she was having a nightmare

or living her death,

until she could no longer recognize the parts of her

and the parts of you,

for they were both broken and frayed at the edges.

and she had been alright with that,

she could live with that,

she had lived through worse,

but that was before you deemed her body as yours,

that was been you decided that your diseased, filthy body

needed to be cleansed by none other than her.

that was before you picked her up,

petal by petal,

leaf by leaf,

root by root,

and decided she was yours for the taking.

she was anything but.

you used her as compost.

used her to grow your future victims.

used her to fulfill your own filthy desires.

used her to show you the light that's been hidden from you

for far too long.

used her for your own satisfaction.

did you at least place a tombstone where she once grew?

or did you use other flowers as well,

using them to the point of abuse,

before you threw them on her old home?

before you threw them on her grave that lays within your body?

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