a normal child touches a hot stove once
realizes it hurts,
and never touches the stove again.
i am not a normal child
i'll touch the stove.
it'Il burn my hand
i'll accept that it hurts.
and ill vow never to touch it again.
a few days later
i'll lose my memories
and touch the stove
because this time it'll be different.
today i'm indestructible
nothing can burn me.
im touching the stove for fun
i don't even think i want to
but i have to.
but the stove will burn my hand anyways.
and i'll be shocked
and i'll get lost in this
back and forth:
i'll lose time
and touch the stove
a million more times.
one day
i'll realize
normal people
don't need touch the stove
twice.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
