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Safety
by Isaac Corey

My ex was turned on by being raped

 

                what she called rape—what she wanted

 

consensually, but didn’t want to consent to

 

                for the sake of the fantasy.

 

She didn’t like safe words—red—stop

    

                 ruined things for her and she claimed

 

to forget them, tied her tongue to the roof

 

                of her mouth. I’m bleeding throughout

 

leaking insecurities like monster—inescapable

 

                 when I pin her to the sheets.

 

Inescapable as I stand making coffee

 

                  the next morning and she acts

 

                  like nothing happened.

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