I couldn't stop
my hands were cracked raw and traced with blood I reached for the sink but thick arms pulled. I protested and kicked but I was 70lbs-nothing. Behind, a strained voice pleaded but neither of us heard the words. My chest convulsed, my heart squeezed
under our feet the wood creaked in the humid dark.
I didn't understand I didn't think I just knew I had to rinse, scrub, and sanitize
I ran in my bedroom and flung myself into my covers.
The strained voice and the thundering one crashed together. Droplets wet my face, I itched my scally hands.
I didn't understand.
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13&18 and everything in between
PuisiFree verse poetry written from perspective of a high schooler freshman through senior year through all of the ups and downs of teenage years. Not fully edited so be nice lol
