Whenever I tried to defend myself the allegations grew worse, never detailed but always all-encompassing, first manipulation, then abuse, then rape, I was never given the opportunity to take the rejection and move on. I was never given the option to defend myself, to offer apology,
I tore myself apart for this mistake of vulnerability. I ripped myself to shreds, what did I do wrong? How could I have done this? I threw away the parts of me that held no answer until I was throwing myself off bridges, hoping to see answers in the rippling of the concrete water below.
It turned out shattering, isolation red-hot like a brand, my name an enchantment of destruction, a warning of danger, forbidden, burned like a witch, buried alive and for what?
Barely more than a child, I had made the mistake of vulnerability: “hey, wanna get dinner sometime?” to just the wrong person at just the wrong time.
The first time I was called a threat, I had just turned 19.
Oh my goodness, gorgeous!
I fucking feel you
and with borrowed wings every shrine is now on bsky! hopefully more to come.