Ragdolls

journal entry concerning my rape. March 29th, 2013

The stench of a broken heart
A broken body
Sadness and anger that permeate the souls of a few poorly-placed girls
Situations of a darker color, where your name sounds as filthy and disgusting as your most private body parts. Blue eyes flashing laughter and thin lips mocking the sacred ritual of a kiss. Repulsion at-
-life
-yourself
And it's so hard, clutching at strings, trying your best not blame-
-life
-yourself
But it's impossible not to feel shattered, because in the end, it isn't the fault of-
-life
But only the fault of-
-yourself.

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

This is GREAT. Well laid out and with just the right breathing spaces.
It's a dark personal piece.
I feel you have much repressed anger inside and low personal esteem.
You write very well so you should be proud of what you are and who you are.