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Rape - trigger warning

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home through an autumn-burnished churchyard - copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone - a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm, college folder square-sturdy in my hand. In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun. Hey, can you tell me...? I halt. I turn... Cold earth. Colder blade dimpling my skin. My coral cameo earrings scatter, daisy-dotting the green. My back is spiked by needles of yews. Sun skews, sky side-slides until his face is the firmament. I'm staring into the tumid blank-bloat of blue; the ground hardening beneath me, the death-spike trees stiffening. Heavy Special Brew breaths. Grubby, moist fingers like grubs crawling over my breasts, and, weirdly, I'm smelling pepper - horror-spice of pungent lust, its acrid nose-thrust - and woodsmoke is drifting from somewhere... lung-flame, tongue-flames of searing words - his words - blazing like the umber tumbling leaves. Please...Please...I'll... Fear-forced bargaining, but I'm beyond care. And I'm aware of the church steeple rising, its phallus penetrating sky. The tilting church could topple as tears crystal-crush in my eyes. Fear-faint, already half gone in a soundless scream, my muted mouth mouths silent goodbyes to Sarah, to Mum. Time slows to a crawl. I try to call. Nobody comes but the man who has me ground-pinned. Bleachy stink of semen whitening my ripped skater skirt, but some things don't fade and there is no clean in this, just dirt, wet leaf-mulch, shame. Ineradicable hurt. Sacred soil is soiled, sullied. Stunned, I stumble shoeless, knickerless, into the trees and heave into the mud, into the leaves strings of spittle-sick, my thoughts strung out, reality spun out. From stinking, pulped leaves I retrieve crushed coral earrings, ground-grimy knickers, my white court shoes that whitely scream the 90s, the scattered tatters of essays - white, like fallen feathers, sunk in the sludge, muddied, the red-inked words bloodied. I gather them together. Gather myself. I go forward into my future, stained from pain and tainted touch, the smears of fear, self-disgust. And oozing slime-soft into my ears the mire of incongruous apology: I'm sorry don't tell anyone - I won't. I don't.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/5/2025 7:55:00 PM
innocence ripped off, never retrieved but yet with unconditional forgiveness being the only way to transcend, turning inward, reclaiming inner light, eternal and ever aglow in the cave of our heart. A brilliantly penned poem, painful, piercing, poignant, reflecting the sad fallen state of human consciousness as a collective, where there are but a few beacons of light, which offer hope.
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Date: 2/5/2025 10:43:00 AM
Dear Charlotte, the poignant power of your pen is such that your imagery, the intensity, the physicality; time, place, sensations, vivid, visual, visceral and the intimate emotionality; your thoughts and feelings, despair, fear, disgust, the secret, the shame of rape, brings me into the horrific moment with you. Your poetic voice is brilliant, haunting, heart-wrenching beautiful, healing, almighty! A fav! Congratulations on your success in Tom's contest. Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan
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Date: 2/4/2025 4:34:00 PM
Well crafted narrative of a horrific experience using numerous poetic techniques masterfully. Congratulations on your placement.
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Date: 2/4/2025 8:29:00 AM
As a woman myself, I go out every day and feel the disgusting gazes of men which rake over my body as if I am just flesh, no soul, no mind, no opinion. When I read this, it brought that feeling back. And I may never know just how hard going through this may have been for you, but I, and many others, can and should try their best to at least try to. You are strong. It must have taken so much courage to recount this trauma. I pray that you feel better, and that no one has to suffer like this ever.
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Date: 2/3/2025 11:39:00 AM
I remember reading this years ago and being repulsed, disgusted. I don't think I even finished it and probably left a snarky comment. But then reread with an open mind. This is brutal, raw, in the moment, horrifying. And yet it happens to someone, somewhere every day, maybe every hour. Do we allow ourselves to become calloused, or to simply turn our heads? Like Greg's piece which was equally if not more unbearable to read, there are lessons to be learned. People are hurting. They need our empathy and love, not our judgment
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Date: 10/22/2024 10:20:00 PM
Hmm... You do not belong to this event Charlotte.! Just a supportive move.' You Have obviously dealt with such in your own Way, there is much to do, and much you have Done stay strong..Look me up anytime.)
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Date: 9/28/2023 12:35:00 PM
I am so sorry for what you went through, I hope he was punished. I will not comment on the event but the poem. I can see excellent use of poetic techniques like alliteration and assonance which in no was has deterred from the horrific emotions of that experience.. You are a very talented poet and I know this would have been hard for you express...
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Date: 8/25/2023 1:28:00 AM
this soul-wrenching poem has literally rendered me speechless.
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Date: 8/22/2023 3:17:00 PM
Okay so this one is your biggie and I remember reading it years ago and commenting about its graphic nature and probably ticking you off as a result. I hesitatingly (is that a word ? Idk) decided to revisit with an open mind. I guess the problem is that awful things that happen in real life we'd rather just not know all the details, although society sure has changed somewhat in that regard. Nothing seems off limits anymore, especially in entertainment.
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Charlotte Puddifoot
Date: 8/23/2023 4:11:00 AM
you suspect right alas
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Tom Woody
Date: 8/22/2023 3:18:00 PM
That aside, I can certainly see why this piece moved so many. I have read most of the comments. You are a true poetess Charlotte and I could never hope to emulate your style (nor should I, right? I'm me). I hope your life is bright and happy, though I suspect and worry that it may not be
Date: 7/14/2023 7:18:00 PM
Very painful to read but I think it's the only thing one can do is to put it on paper for other's to try and understand. I was almost raped numerous times, as a 6 year old again as a teenager and again in my twenties & thirties. Somehow I guess God helped me escape. I pray God helps with your pain. Forgive me if I don't write so well, your poem made me think and I appreciate so much your story. All my love, understanding and care.
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Date: 7/13/2023 4:25:00 PM
Profoundly sad, heart-wrenchingly told, anger inducing fury! Words fail at such a human tragedy. You are not alone nor at fault. May peace embrace you, CP. Bless ;o/
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Date: 7/13/2023 1:13:00 PM
Your poetry is excellent, and the imagery brings the subject to life. Your bravery and ability to write such a beautiful poem about such a discussting event in your life is amazing. Thank for sharing so others can know the dangers of walking alone, and also to give hope to others that have been scarred by rape. Have a great week! Bill
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Date: 7/13/2023 11:43:00 AM
Victim of the horror of subhuman aggression, refusing to be a victim, growing strong to spite the aggressor, baring your soul in unparalleled word artistry, leaving us unable to adequately respond.
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Date: 7/13/2023 10:59:00 AM
Hello Charlotte, Never take a short cut home. it is the wrong thing to do. Also even though you promised not to tell . You should of done so. That person got off scott free. If this is real. enjoy your day my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/14/2023 10:13:00 AM
Hello Charlotte, oh! Now i understand the situation Thank you for telling me. yes they should get on with their life. Thank you for letting me know. Hugs.
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Charlotte Puddifoot
Date: 7/14/2023 2:55:00 AM
people deal with things in different ways; it's about survival and for some that means walking away, putting it to the back of their mind and getting on with their life..also in the uk years ago a victim of rape was often not believed, they were interrogated and treated like the criminal, so many were reluctant to report it
Date: 1/24/2023 8:25:00 AM
Brilliant poem, Charlotte, it's the est poem I hate I have ever read..
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Tom Woody
Date: 8/22/2023 4:58:00 PM
Definitely one of the est mate
Date: 8/3/2022 5:33:00 PM
I don't really have words to justify how reading your work made me feel. I can only say it was deep and you put me there with you.
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Date: 4/8/2022 5:44:00 AM
taken in deeply by this, your voice brings it all to a crashing reality....thank you for your voice, thank you for honesty but most of all thank you for this sharing so we all might grasp the reality of rape
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Date: 10/17/2021 2:03:00 AM
Your gift with words pulls us into your nightmare. How strong you are to persevere. I too am a survivor and recognize a winning spirit despite what felt like defeat. Bravo. Keep winning.
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Date: 10/12/2021 11:44:00 PM
So powerful and harrowing. Your words are amazing. Truly stunning. Thank you. - Nick.
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Date: 8/8/2021 11:19:00 AM
This is raw and brutal and straight to the point. Glad you got the words out, and power to you for doing so.
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Date: 1/5/2021 2:52:00 AM
Those rare episodes that you want to wake up from to a distinct reality, yet they remain unseen scars. Such a brilliant way to share Charlotte
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Date: 12/25/2020 10:25:00 AM
I'm shocked. How can anyone do such a thing is beyond words and understanding. I'm so sorry. heart-breaking read, so visual. must have been hell. thank you for being brave enough to share.Bless you, take care love Pete.
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Date: 10/21/2020 10:25:00 AM
I appreciate how descriptive your choice of words in describing the pain, how you tell of the horrid crime with such honesty. I feel present and it stirs raw emotions of my own rape from years back. Even in pain, writing about it allows us to release and move beyond it.
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Date: 3/4/2020 7:30:00 PM
wow, this is extraordinary in every way. it's almost too real for me, confronting, great writing Charlotte.
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Date: 2/3/2020 4:07:00 AM
Thank you for sharing. Now it has been told. I do not have more words for this ...
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