Rape Survivor Autistic Poet ✍️✨️

#vss365 #SFF #reedited #newyorker (213 wds) A shameless reedit of a Janissary Colonel’s visit at the Court Cortison Among the Roses The Lawn looks like any other grass-covered area of the Despot's Gardens, except that it is bounded by pygmy bushes of ruby rose. It lies behind a grove of the oldest and mightiest cedar trees that had been planted by the Old Republic itself, voiceless centuries and butchered billions ago. The open stretch of perfect dark-green trim ends with the estate wall of cyclopean stones, against which a grand gazebo perches with a canopy of azure tiles imprinted with the master's golden gryphon. The seated Man himself and his familiars beneath the blue watch me impassively while a murmur ripples through the ranks of courtiers arranged at the back of the blood-red blossoms. ---***--- The Lawn, naturally, is not as any other, as it has been bio-engineered to inject a short-lived toxin into the bare soles of The Walker, whose lethality is activated by elevated cortisone levels. Yet I step boldly onto the fragrant grass, a Janissary Colonel with his head held high on his crossing to kiss the ring, his heartbeat remaining constant, for the theory is that anyone who becomes overly distressed facing the Despot harbours guilt, the daughter of treason. In the House of Instructions, the boy in me had learned to deceive well.

A #vss365 love poet writes Let this first day of spring Surround you with love As with floral intentions, Aromatic and sweet. I’ve written a love story Just for you So come find Your hero with the heart of a #lion And the lioness of his pride His heroine who looks just Like you

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The pancakes arrive golden and imperfect edges a little uneven, one slightly darker than the rest, all of them absolutely perfect in the way that only homemade things are. #vss #bravewrite #vss365 #horrorprompt #writemap #vssmagic #vsshorror #poet #writer #poetryonX #lion

This voice is mine. Ferocious. Unfiltered. Permanent. And it will outlast every single one of them. #vss365

And I am still here. Still speaking. Still writing. Still roaring into every silence they built for me burning it down word by word by word. #vss365

This voice has named things. Called cruelty by its real name. Called violation by its real name. Called predators by their real name in rooms where real names cost something. #vss365

I am the voice you couldn't kill. The roar you couldn't contain. The woman who got back up every single time you thought you had finally finished her. #vss365

You wanted me mute. Wanted me small. Wanted me folded into the shape of your convenience grateful, quiet, gone. Look at me now. #vss365

heart hammering, hands trembling, voice breaking and continuing at the same time because broken and continuing is still continuing. #vss365

I bled for this voice. Shook for this voice. Sat in rooms that wanted my silence and opened my mouth anyway #vss365

I clawed this voice out of the wreckage of everything you did to me. Built it from scar tissue and fury and the specific kind of fire that only burns in women who have been told to be quiet one time too many. #vss365

I own this voice. Every word. Every poem. Every roar. Every whisper. Every silence I choose now because silence is finally mine to choose. #lion #vss365

No one gets this voice now. Not without my permission. Not without my choosing. Not without me deciding you are worth what it costs me to speak truly. #vss365

This voice has seen things. Survived things. Said things out loud that took years to find words for. It has trembled and held. Broken and rebuilt. Gone silent and returned always returned louder. #vss365

It looked like saying one true thing in a room that wanted silence and surviving it #vss365

Owning my voice didn't look heroic. It looked like shaking hands and a dry mouth and a heartbeat so loud I could barely hear my own words leaving my body. #vss365

And for a while I believed them. Folded myself into their version of me. Spoke in the voice they approved of. Stayed inside the lines they drew around my life. #vss365

They said be quiet. Be smaller. Be grateful we let you speak at all. And for a while I believed them. #vss365