Triggered

my lips feel raw but smooth and spearmint theres a hint of a headache in the back of my brain

stage left am I going deaf? or is it my eyes blind to what I should plainly see

what's happening to me almost constantly there's some scant animosity towards every man I've ever met

spent all this time looking to subscribe to their world view and wanted

when all along it was all wrong should have gone undaunted

I've curtsied so damn long but now I don't even want to bow

no more smiles or niceties they're subtleties but lies none the less

I want them dead these foul men that take what's never theirs

but history, bigotry, early to modern TV screens tell them, go ahead, take what you want with little to no consequence

it seems to me theres got to be a message, honestly

screamed

from the tops of towers and lungs from watersheds flowerbeds wherever there's ears to take it in

JUST FUCKING ASK FOR IT consent, that is awkward as it seems give the respect of a choice

make your desire voiced words before actions something like "would you like it if…" or "could I please…"

there's unspoken dialogue between faces and asses smashing together as if flirtation passes for "this is what's about to happen"

because it's easier to stay ignorant to a hypothetical answer instead of conjuring the delivery of a proper question

takes rejection right out of the matter if anything delayed, after clothes are off and thoughts are scattered wondering "did I just get played?"

intention that's whats almost never said from the first "hello" to the creaking bed it's "better" left unsaid

then just act like it never happened