Mango Popsicle

by Laura Santos

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Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault, Suicidal Ideation

 

This body stopped being yours after that night

You won’t ever get it back

Even if you prove them guilty

Even if you tell yourself it didn’t happen

You’re just a crime scene now

Everyone walks over looking for evidence

of someone they never wanted to trap

 

I kept choking on your cock

Like chunks of mango down a newborn’s throat

And now, there’s nothing I more vehemently desire

Than to choke once again

This time with just a rope

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If you go to court, they’ll rape you again

(for simulation purposes, for evidence of course!)

They’ve got to know in what angle he shoved it in you

Please! Please! Someone bring more porn to the accused!

You’re lucky if they didn’t do that at the police station too

Just to put your papers away

forgotten like the rape kit at Jackson

 

I know no one will remember me either

When I soon leave for eternal rest

At least, he will remember my screams

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