The roar of the engine,
this mighty beast rumbles Continue reading Double Homicide
Author: sincemil
Pleading Not Guilty
I’m tired of saying sorry. Continue reading Pleading Not Guilty
Help
I’m not seeking attention.
Continue reading Help
In Spite of You
What is this pain I feel ripping through my chest.
Continue reading In Spite of You
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I say FEMINIST;
You think MAN-HATER. Continue reading Unsubscribed
The Way We Were
The Way We Move
A sway of the hips,
a little interesting.
A seat on their lap,
a little more.
Lips on one’s cheek,
faces all rouged.
Hands in their hair,
Necks all bruised.
Fingers caressing
every line and curve,
as I patiently wait for you
to build up enough nerve
to ask for what you want.
I want to share what I’ve got!
Just remember to ask,
because I’ll have you know,
consent is sexy, but
only green light means go.
The Way We Slept
In each other’s arms,
groped by the other’s figure.
We were closely intertwined,
but we never rested long enough to close our eyes.
The Way We Touched
Your arm stretched out across my shoulders.
Your eyes looking at me.
You want something.
I want to share,
only difference is, you don’t ask.
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Mind Games
“Am I a brat, I often wonder;
many seem to think so.
They think I hate him because I’m selfish, but
there are many things they don’t know.
Continue reading Mind Games
Consent
Lips on cheeks,
fingers in hair,
hands on hips,
floating on air.Fingers caressing,
butterfly feelings,
ideas of loving
sound so appealing.One is not ready
and feels alone.
She says, “I think
it’s time to go home.”“Not now, not yet,”
the other replies,
gripping her wrists
as down they lie.She doesn’t want to
be touched, undressed.
But frozen in fear
as on her, they’re pressed.Isn’t this normal?
Isn’t this right?
Doesn’t she want this?
So why doesn’t she fight?And when she leaves,
body all sore,
she doesn’t fight back
against the hug at the door.
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Unhealthy Relationships
Unhealthy relationships are everywhere and they come in all different shapes and sizes. Continue reading Unhealthy Relationships
The Beating of the Drum

You used to hurt me and make it seem an accident.
You used to hurt me and blame me for my pain.
But I have since noticed your abuse…
And now you hurt me on purpose and you know that I know you do.
You used to say you love me, but I don’t think you ever meant it.
You used to say you love me, but I knew you didn’t.
And I then stopped saying it too…
And now you don’t either.