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A Poem by isa
"

a girl has sex with a man that only wanted one thing.

"

The part that kills me

is the one where I do it all

willingly. Losing

this fight should be

a screaming, kicking,

sickening affair in which

every excuse can be made

to absolve me of this

Catholic. F*****g. Guilt.


I have always been the sinner

that seeks out ugly pride

& I want to be a victim

now to thieving hands

that can be cut at the wrist &

coarse words & keen eyes

that leave something retrievable

but I am a cheating merchant

that has taken a bad deal

& what I have lost is no more 

mine to keep or take back.


As horrible as it would be to have

been robbed & left with

cave-in ribs

punch-out hole

just the size of a man’s fist--

this feels worse.

This surgical incision,

this careful carving,

this memory of surrender &

placing my heart

on the dining table.


It’s not fair except it is;

the way I want it back even knowing

you’ve already swallowed it down &

I hate the stranger wearing my face so

I need my girlhood back & yes

it was yours to take but

it shouldn’t have been mine to give.


© 2025 isa


Author's Note

isa
this is technically part of a series. anyway, it's not explicit, so i have it down as teen, but let me know i should change the audience tag.

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Exceptional storytelling, it felt very real.

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

isa

20 Hours Ago

ahhh tyyy

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Added on January 29, 2025
Last Updated on January 29, 2025
Tags: poetry, trauma, sex, things that are consensual, but do not feel like it

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isa
isa

Milton, ON, Canada



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hi! call me isa. she / her. eighteen. i write fantasy short stories + poetry. more..

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