They Call Me a Prude

by Hattie King

Image credit: Alice Alinari on Unsplash

They call me a Prude.

I’m not - I don’t lack the desire

But I’ll never have sex.

All the issues are there

The Starving, the Dysphoria, the Scars.

It’s too much.

For me and them.

Too much to accept if they got close

If I let them, to see me

See me and ignore

My sex, my weight, my wounds.

My battlefield body,

No access allowed,

Not to me, or anyone -

It only makes it worse.

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Hattie King

Hattie King is a 19-year-old first-year Creative Writing and English Literature student in England. They have published a few pieces of prose and poetry with various online Journals.