The Agency of One’s Body

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What qualifies the agency of ones body? 
Is it the ability to claim your body as your own? 
The idea that if you let someone touch certain areas, does it mean they have temporary ownership over your whole temple?
The cries of no might be muffled up into a yes in others’ minds
The urgency of stop might translate to start
The screams of fear might rise in their conscious as a moan of passion 

How do you prevent your body from being violated? 
Do you close it off to the world? 
Your sexual liberation dwindling to a speck of nothingness
Hide the one part that gave you the most pleasure?
Your temple turned to the darkness

No. What does that mean? 
Does it prevent someone to hurt you? Or allows further hurt?
It’s meant to be a barrier which stops any moving object to a screeching halt 🛑 
If so, why do some disregard it’s enduring power...

It’s empty, emotions put into a box and set alight.
But the memories never stop. Hairs stand on end
Slightest sound ignites a jump, heart beating faster than normal
Nightmares plague the mind.

But one day, all will stop and be whole again 





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