⚠️ TW: SA ⚠️
I have to try
To remember what his face looked like
I can still remember vividly
What his hands felt like
As they roamed my body without consent
As they tore past my borders
Destroyed my sense of comfort
My self worth
My childhood
My body
My relationships
My freedom
As they gripped around my throat
And squeazed whatever life I had left
I have to try harder to remember his face
But his touch?
That will last a lifetime.
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My Book of Poems #1 ✔️
Poetryessentially this is a book where I write down all my favourite original poems - the ones that made me feel something as I wrote them, the ones that made me smile, made me cry and made me scream into my pillow at night. My poems tell my story in ways...
