When I can’t sleep I lay on the floor and hang out with the monsters under my bed I finally introduced myself after I got tired of them…… Read more “The Monsters Under My Bed- Christine Ray”
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Blood Into Ink is a safe, respectful, open and inclusive home for stories of survival from those who have lived through sexual abuse, rape, physical abuse, emotional abuse, child neglect, domestic violence and other forms of trauma.
Assault, Ad Nauseum- Aurora Phoenix
the rape, ironically was only the beginning of the assaults those penetrating moments intoxication blurred splattered a visceral montage burned into retina tattooed onto neurons imprinted, lacerating,…… Read more “Assault, Ad Nauseum- Aurora Phoenix”
the names I have called myself…. Dom/Bold,Beat&Nipless
“You wear your heart up on your sleeve… so watch out for pickpockets” -Big Sean Naive… because I trusted you with my entire life… i admired…… Read more “the names I have called myself…. Dom/Bold,Beat&Nipless”
The Name They Call Her
Always said with venom Always intended to punish “How dare you?!” it asked her insinuating that she was uppity presumptuous a ball breaker to draw a circle…… Read more “The Name They Call Her”
In Case You Still Don’t Understand Consent-Jessica Boyles
This was no one-night stand I’ve had drunken sex that I regretted Or not Too many times for mom to read about here This was not that…… Read more “In Case You Still Don’t Understand Consent-Jessica Boyles”
Hell House- Kindra Austin
In bed I lay, electric nerves numbing limbs and stalling heart; bound at wrists and ankles by well practiced mental conditioning, I dared not gasp at her…… Read more “Hell House- Kindra Austin”
Response Poem: Made for Him- Christine Ray
The video for Niia’s Made for You is one of the most disturbing, provocative and mesmerizing music videos I have ever seen. I could not look away even when…… Read more “Response Poem: Made for Him- Christine Ray”
Wrecking Ball- Christine Ray
I watched from outside myself as I took the wrecking ball with hands that were my hands and not my hands swung it high above my head…… Read more “Wrecking Ball- Christine Ray”
Crestfallen -Aurora Phoenix
riding the crest of a moment of power I crash facefirst into the trough choking on salt-water spray self-generated I scrabble upon the shore gasping scraped upon…… Read more “Crestfallen -Aurora Phoenix”
Snake in a Can- Aurora Phoenix
coiled deep within her cells lie dormant serpents seething sensory snippets of the past in inopportune moments unseen approach innocuous but unexpected ring of a phone the…… Read more “Snake in a Can- Aurora Phoenix”
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