Category: Writers Block
I wonder if that's what your breath still smells like.
I wonder if your husband kisses you and he tastes it.
I know I will never forget that awful taste in my mouth
And wish I could untaste it.
You were so methodical.
You knew I wouldn't be believed if you made up a sob story that you didn't know
what you were doing.
You knew because I didn't bother to retract your story last time and put you in
your place.
You didn't care how many people's lives you ruined.
You didn't give a shit that innocent people were affected by your actions.
I never would have believed anyone could accuse someone for personal gain.
Never would have believed it possible,
But you proved me wrong.
The things you said I did hung over me like a dark cloud for so long.
I never had the balls to call you on your bluff,
Even though everyone began to realize the things you said were untrue.
But a life was ruined. Mine.
You tried to squeal that I offered someone else a drink.
I don't remember doing that, but I ,knew I had to toe the line.
You were out to get me any chance you got.
So, why didn't you turn your attention to him?
If it was really rape, why didn't you want to press charges on him
But you had no problem ruthlessly attacking me?
Is it cause he left, and you knew I hadn’t?
I know I can't take it back now, but I wish I'd opened my mouth,
Instead of allowing you to dictate the terms of this game.
I wish I had tried to kick you out as viciously as you did me.
Now, I have a hard time believing that people are honest about it,
And that is your fault.
You made me believe you were raped.
You made me believe that I raped you when I clearly never did.
I know where my responsibility lay in this mess.
You have to find your's.
You are so young, but way past your expiration date.
I should have dumped you in the sink
Turned on the water and let you disappear down the drain where you belong.
Instead, you festered, always popping up to make yourself relevant in my life.
"I'm not that long expired," I'd hear you pur in that southern lilt of your's.
"You can take me out. There's only a bit of me left,"
And when you'd come out,
Sometimes all on your own,
The taste would get worse and worse.
Why didn't I discard you?
Why didn't I get rid of you with as little dignity as you gave me when you said
these things?
When you accused me of the worst thing a person could be accused of.
No one could be told the truth, because you knew what your reputation was, and
you couldn't lose that.
Even before I left, you tried to get me to keep you,
But I finally turned on the hot water, dumped you out, and watched your
contenders drip
Drip, drip, drip.
Down the drain, where you should have gone ages ago.
I had to clean out my fridge and my room and my closet,
I should have done it the right way.
It'ss three years gone and you've cemented your reputation as nothing more than
sour milk.
I hope that you don't infect the next person.
So many people believe that fabricating rape is a myth.
I happen to know that it's not, and I have you to thank for that.
I hope your lips no longer taste like sour milk.
I hope that you've come up from that drain,
But if not, enjoy it down there,
And realize you made yourself expire.
Damn, that's a whole lot of righteous anger. I hope that writing this gave you
a bit of catharsis.
It really did. I just am more furious about people saying that people faking rape is
a myth, when I know it's truly not. I've lived it. I've seen it. It happens and it
ruins people.
I get that. I can only imagine how difficult this situation must have bee for you,
or still is for you. You have my most sincere sympathies.
I actually have heard of three young girls doing it. I can only chalk it up to wanting attention. Rape isn't something to makeup, it's not something to be joked around. IT's serious and it hurts.
someone has done this to me before. its a very real thing, and can effect the person in question for a long time to come.
I know someone in jail for it right now. it was his word against the girl.
But her mother hated him a lot, so had her talk to the police and lie. she's admitted to friends that she lied. but course no one can prove it.
also, the system is kind of against men in this specific case. even if the odds are stacked against the woman in the situation, they will take her side over his unless they find something truely damning
It's true, it also doesn't help that the public can believe that a man raped someone over someone lying about it.
IT's just not something people can comprehend.
"You are so young, but way past your expiration date." Fantastic line. The same unfortunately can't be said for the experience, I'm afraid. I'm sorry that happened to you. While rape obviously exists, rape culture is a poisonous fairytale: one that has ruined many people, and will likely ruin many more before it is quashed. I hope you are not one of them.
Milk is good when fresh, but nasty when bad.