roasted
poetry by Sophia Tempest Parsons
roasted
can’t tell if you look at me
with desire or
contempt I’ve barely
slept in weeks been eating
houseflies I’m naked
in the kitchen
my whole body
is a wound I’m
rubbing salt all over it
getting ready for the oven
on conditioning
poetry by Sophia Tempest Parsons
CONTENT WARNING: graphic depictions of rape & sexual assault. please read at your own risk.
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on conditioning
I shouldn’t have
to talk about it
I feel like all we do
is talk about it but if we’re
doing this any way
If I’m living this any way
then when I was 17
this guy fucked me on
his girlfriends brothers floor and
to be fair I was totally
obsessed with him I totally
wanted him
but not like that
and it hurt and it
didn’t really work
but he wanted to keep trying
so he did
I’d only slept with one guy before I
thought it was normal
a couple months later
I started dating this guy
when speculating what I would
be like drunk
he said “I bet you’re a nasty fuck”
and if by nasty he meant
unconscious
then I guess he was right
once he fucked me in the ass without asking
without lube while his
friends played super smash bros downstairs
I cried and I
begged him to stop
but he wanted to keep trying
so he did
I thought it was normal albeit
painful but isn’t that just
part of the deal?
you get taken from and get
nothing in return?
one time I was
fucked up on bars
and he
fucked me in the face
until I threw up
he told me I was
good for nothing
and he meant it
and I loved it
the only time he ever made me cum
was to that memory
no one’s asking for it but I
literally asked for it because
I hated myself
so much he made me
hate myself so much
and if it was going to be like this
anyway then why not
lean in?
and who else
would ever want me when I’m
good for nothing?
so when a very charming
german exchange student invited me
to his room
to watch youtube videos and he
held my wrists down with one hand and
fingered me
with the other
while I politely asked to be allowed
to leave he noticed I was
very wet and said “it doesn’t feel like
you want to leave” all smug like of
course I was wet he was
scaring me