(*trigger warning* mentions sexual violence)
Your blade
Was so elegant
Up the ribs of my soul
That I dream your eyes
Every three nights to this day
And I can't tell where you start
And the nightmare ends.
Its drowning in the same
Milky brown and residual strikes
Against my skin if I so much
As dream of ever having sex again.
The worst nightmares though,
Are of a world where neither
Of us were raped and I
Hold you in my arms instead
Of being pinned underneath you.
YOU ARE READING
Heavy and Weightless
Poetrya poem collection bearing the love and the hate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
