Repetition of
history in other’s lives,
unchanging, concrete

Lines blurred by will,
intentional mistakes
foisted with lies

is always “no,”–moronic,
pushy piece of shit

Consent isn’t a physiological response to outside stimuli, nor is it granted ex post facto with practiced manipulation of those who are most vulnerable; it’s found within the minds which so many of us disregard or distort, perpetuating solipsism like justification. Oh, made a mistake, did you? Well, then everything is forgiven, just like when murders are mistakes. Oh wait, that shit doesn’t fly for murderers, and it won’t fly for you.


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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