Poem by Halle Preneta — 5/5/23
TW: sexual assault
a punching bag out of my body that
you attack with broken lips
my vagina just target practice for your dick
but i am not an archery range
or a punching bag
or rainbow confetti during someone’s birthday party
i am only a person
a person with a body and a brain and only so much love to give you
because i still haven’t learned how to save some for myself yet
i gave you the most precious thing i will ever have
and all you did was use it,
threw it away when you were done with it
is that all we are to you?
just playthings in playgrounds?
just Sid’s demolished toys from Toy Story?
just the ashes of burned love letters full of words you’ll never say?
well, i am not a laboratory for your experimentation or a playground or ashes from a funeral
i am only me
this is only what you’ll get
and if you can’t deal with that,
if you want “something more”,
if you only want something you can destroy without repercussions
like everything else you’ve destroyed in your path,
then I suggest you get the hell out of my way
because you don’t wanna mess with the sun
unless you wanna get burned.
