The word,
It still holds power.
I try it out on my lips,
It makes me flinch.
It plays unwanted scenes before my mind.
I force the word out,
offended by its existence.
It’s casually spoken to devalue it,
but internally I’m wincing.
It still holds power—
But I can chip away at it.
.
.
.
Rape.
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