11/09/23
TW: Sexual assault
The hands that touched me
have made me impure
they left imprints
on my body
and now im impure
touched by hands
in places I can't say
and now the memories haunt me
reminding me
I'm impure.
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Poetry
PoetryJust poetry that I write. Most of it is sad and I will try my best to include trigger warnings.
