
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/2027064.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      no_characters_specified, Anyone/Anyone, but_for_the_sake_of_searches,
      John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester, Dean
      Winchester/Sam_Winchester, or_-_Relationship, or_alternately
  Character:
      Anyone, but_possibly, John_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, or, Dean
      Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Poetry, beat_poetry, Size
      Difference, Begging, Crying, Angst, Sexual_Abuse
  Series:
      Part 1 of Monsters_In_The_Dark
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-26 Words: 59
****** "Too Late To Forget" ******
by dont_try_this_(sychononny)
Summary
     A short, angsty beat-poem about child abuse.
Notes
     This is the first of two poems.
     They can be read as separate, unrelated poems or as loose sequels.
     For organization sake, I'm going to post each as a separate work but
     link them in a series. It'll show the link at the bottom of the page
     to the next one in the series.
     Also, this first one could be read as anyone/anyone and a lot is left
     implied or open to the reader's imagination. I tried to reflect the
     range of possibilities in the tagging on the stuff (like characters
     and pairings) that was left ambiguous in the actual poem.
     It also should be noted that I was heavily inspired by beat poetry
     for this. Think ani difranco. I can hear the words get emphasized and
     pauses in my head, but formatting feels inadequate to get that
     across. But I still tried.
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Tear-stained face
(peppered with kisses).
"Please don't," --
unheaded words.
Thrust hard;
Short cry.
Hot - Tight
Clenching - White
tiny fists grip his shoulder;
scared face
buried in his hair.
Hearts beating.
Hips moving.
Time slowing.
Hope dying.
Then
...he comes.
Hot milk in a red hole;
limp form on a motel bed.
"I'm sorry,"
whispered softly.
Too late to forget.
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