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  The Yellow Dress (Sexual Assault/Rape)   I remember wearing a yellow dres s , And like a butterfly being caught. I concluded to flutter, my wings were tied in a knot.   I remember thinking, Where am I in this moment? What am I now? I can’t feel anything. I can’t see somehow.   Where I was taught, to raise a voice, As a girl, I couldn’t even force a noise.   Everyone is making a big deal, I lied that I’m fine, I’m having nightmares and flashbacks   all the time.   I tried not to feel, Tried to make my trauma heal, But I couldn’t stop the screams I was only 15!   I was robbed of my fragility for his selfish desires, I was weakened, to extinguish his fire.   Ravishment led to embarrassment, Which I could never deny. With the broken wings he left me with, I never learnt to fly.   I was never the same after it, I never returned as such, That  yellow dres s ...

 Life goes on, Yeah, I heard that lot of times. Then why do people like me, store their past in those rhymes?

This story is about a girl named Rose To not believe in love is what she chose She came to me and gave me a hug Whilst love in her life seemed unplugged She asked me a thing in despair if love even existed, she wasn’t aware If only you could see from my eyes, It won’t take seconds for you to realise that, Love is us Love is you Love is me Love is everything I see Love is when I bleed Love is when I breathe It’s when I close my eyes To revere the pretty skies It’s when I act as if I’m blind to forgive the mankind So the next time Rose, you ask me what love is, Go and look in the mirror it’s pure bliss It’s when you realise the pretty is on the inside It’s when you decide to accept your Hyde It’s when paths go dark and you can still see that bark Where you tied the loom for your feelings to bloom It’s the feeling of ecstasy which fulfils your fantasy. It’s from foggy dawns to starry dusks. It’s me. It’s you. It’s us. For what is love, nobody knows It’s adulation that grows and flows. And...

  Surrounded by those white walls, locked in these closed doors, a bleeding mask is what she wore. More than her fantasies, with tears she is associated, was love really worth her heart getting baited? Mesmerized she was, blinded in love, But life’s a gamble and she’s calling its bluff. “Is the dark room to blame, or is it really me? Because when we’re in the darkness only the blind can see.” She saw him from a distance, Raised in her a feeling of resistance. With hands on her mouth, she shouted from her lungs, Please don’t hurt me, are you not done? Those fairy tales are full of shit, she wept in despair, He whispered in her ear, darling I’m not even here.  

  Once a girl was broken, Her story never again spoken. Sensitive was her soul and skin, Differentiation between her & an angel was very thin. She gave a man her heart, to mould it. He made a toy out of its valves and sold it. She fled around with a broken heart, Intending to find the missing part. She asked someone if they would be so kind, As to help her resolve what was on her mind. They told her missing pieces weren't hard to find, All she had to do was look for another broken heart to bind. Like stars in the sky, she came out at night. Hoping for the perfect stargazer, who'd admire her light.