A/N: I didn't know what to put in the pic/vid thingy so yah,and I'm sorry for not posting until now I have exams coming up so my schedules psacked. Thank you.
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Like hot irons
You burn in my brain
Your words sting,but I can't say no
Can't say no to you
"Let's play a game"
You told me
8 years ago
I thought it was "fun"
You said it was "fun"
Like hot irons
your hands burned as they trail down my small body
I couldn't say no
You'd tell
Under your house
In the barn
In the pop-up camper
In the closet
In your room
In my room
I couldn't be alone without your hands
Your hands that were like hot irons
They melt into my body
I still have scars
Not physically
But mentally
4 years ago
I finally spoke
Not to you but to them
They who told adults
Adults about you
About your hot iron hands
The irons that burned my body
I lied for you
So I could still see you
Not for our "game"
But for them
Them who now know
Like hot irons
You burn me
Like hot irons
You scar me
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A/N: thank you so so much for reading uhm.. give me suggestions on actual stories to write cuz I wanna try writing actual stories again thank you so much
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venting (poems?)
Poetryidk if these are poems or nah but it's stuff I write about my personal trauma experiences. Hope you like them?
