Your Fetish

You followed me home from the bar
when I was crying
like the chill that lingers
after getting caught in the rain,
the spooky feeling
after a Halloween prank

my eyes disconnect from my brain
and go dead when
you’re too rough with me
it’s like pulling a string
and you think it looks
so pretty

and you keep asking
what happened
what happened
what made you like this
because it gives you such a hard on
to think that I’m hurt
and only you can fix it

I am not your sick,
broken doll
you get to bandage
and throw medication
down the throat of
while you forget your
own wounds festering
you don’t get to
see yourself
as my savior

you pulled my strings
on purpose,
you knew where they were
you’ve known so many girls
like this, you say its ok
tell me everything
I’m here

the only thing
you learned about me
is that I got sick
and you can trigger it

I am a waitress,
I just started,
and I am a poet
I am so much more
than your fetish
and you’ll never get
to know those things

I refuse to live
in your darkness
I like the light
that seeps in
more and more often
when you’re not
there to dim
and refuel it

31 thoughts on “Your Fetish

  1. Oh my. Fuck yeah, fuck yeah! Gas lighting, indeed! You inspire and you own your strength and your talent. Yes, Oldepunk nails it.

    1. It really sucks that this happens. In a way, I’m lucky I can now recognize it before it gets worse. I feel like it’s important to get the word out ❤ thank you for your support

      1. Absolutely. Thank you for standing up for what’s right and not normalizing the same old same old. Keep breathing fire!

  2. Bowing down to you my friend. Devastating, familiar and real. It is too true that you learn a lot about a man from his reaction to this kind of vulnerability. We are again made objects, less than human by encounters like this.

    1. Yes-spot on. I was waiting for your reaction to this one, you didn’t let me down ❤ i'm glad/it sucks you can relate ❤

  3. This is a beautiful piece, an emotional gut punch that so many of us are all to familiar with, and I am so sorry you had to write it, but happy that you did.

    You write so damn fine Georgia, you had me right there over your shoulder, but the magic of this piece is it brought back my own dirty memories of these types and worse. Well done. Sharing on NL today.

  4. Damn. Tears. You possess a special gift of connecting to the internalized mind and thoughts of the reader that bears such familiarity it’s as though it were their own experience. Your writing reminds me of the fundamental basis of my respect and admiration for women. It’s in your spirit. A disturbingly moving piece.

    1. Thank you! I know some people feel a bit voyeuristic when they read my pieces, like they’re peering over my shoulder while I do some very personal things-good to know you can put yourself in my shoes!

      1. I was reading your blog and i think i have more of an idea of what you were referring to now lol. I think your manner of expression is bold and unapologetic. it’s wonderful! there are many forms of expression, each with its own merits, of course. I think that yours is a bit more rare. Particularly when it’s genuine and uncontrived as what you express. I have great appreciation for your work.

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