I listened to my heartbeat
touched my ear
felt warm
I didn't know I had a heart beating
inside me living
I cried and prayed
wondering what it had made
me into an empty
soul
I thought thoughts were slow
and cold like snow
but they flow like ice
they flow like water
in 40 degrees
weather
I'm still wondering whether
to tell you or not
how cold he was
when he
bent
belt
beast
beat
YOU ARE READING
I was never a rose, never honey
PoetryI don't even know how I came up with these, I just think...in rhymes. Enjoy. trigger warnings: sexual abuse. * * * * * I'M SAFE AT HOME, I DON'T NEED HELP, SO DON'T WORRY!!
