Slut

This piece contains strong language and references to sexual violence.

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Slut by Rebecca Fields - photo by Ruby Stillman

It makes me feel like the air is collapsing in my lungs
The darkness that once surrounded my every breath
Now feels like a ghost
She told me he fucked her
And then she ran away
What was I supposed to say
Congratulations
I said get the fuck out of there
The only thing you need now
Is a title page
Listing every mistake you’ve ever made
She always pretends that something is wrong
Something is always wrong
Whenever she breaks down into tears
In the middle of the cafeteria
Some boys tell her she’s overreacting
I believe her
When she called me
And told me the wound was still fresh
And the tears wouldn’t stop coming
The only words that tumbled out of her broken lips
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry

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