Hands

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tw: angst, mentions of body parts

~i'm telling you right now that this poem is really fucking generic~

written on: october 11, 2021


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The girl smiles

She has been through so much but she is

Happy


The hands do not like her happiness

They do not like how her face looks when she smiles

They loathe her strength


So they tear at her skin

Her hair 

Her waist

Her thighs

She begs them to stop so they claw themselves

Down her throat until

She is drowning in them


They will never be satiated 

But their plaything is broken so 

They search for another

poetry by jungenwunderWhere stories live. Discover now