Poems // Gale -inactive

Fingerprints

Trigger Warning: this poem talks heavily on sexual assault so please be carefull

Demons left dirty black fingerprints on my skin

They taunt me into thinking i'm weak

I'm dirty

Course black thoughts run through my mind like a black river

"Why didn't I tell someone"

"Why didn't I stop it"

I try scrubbing these fingerprints off my skin

And my soul

But scars last forever mind you

I was the victim of skimming across t

A daemon that whispered himself into this world

Making everyone look over their shoulder at the black of night

When the stars have sunken into the night

So will the demons

May we not live in fear again

Live believing that no one should be trusted

May are experiences haunt us

But we are never alone in this

One last thing: Yes i'm okay. Things happen and I need to move on from it. Poetry is my way of venting and getting the world off my shoulders. If you know me personally, thank you for everything and helping me through all of this. This poem is yes, very heavy. But the reason I shared it is because I don't want anyone feeling alone no matter how minor they feel it is.

Thank you

~Tyler Ray