"show me where he touched you"
i am handed a doll
i feel hollow
suddenly i am that child again
i am scared and i am alone and i am bleeding
"show me where he touched you"
i feel the doll in my hands but my mind is no longer in the office
i am on that carpet again
i become the doll
arms and legs full of heavy sand
that gray carpet is the only thing i see but i feel everything at once
i can hear my therapist in the distance but she is not here
she is not where i am
i continue to be the rag doll
torn open
emptying out from bursting seams
but the sand isn't sand anymore
it's red and it's sticky and it smells like copper
"show me where he touched you"
i can not distinguish between myself and the doll any longer
thin skin and a masked smile
"show me where he touched you"
i can't i can't i cant
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Grape Soda
PoetryWARNING: this book contains explicit topics such as abuse, rape, homophobia, transphobia, etc. if any of these things bother you DO NOT READ. i use these poems to cope with trauma.
