I feel it,
the anxiety that rushes through my blood,
the way my heart denies to beat,
my eyes trace the last word,
hungover,
I feel the acid filling my eyes,
trailing down my throat as I swallow,
the sweat tickling down my neck,
my breath speeds up,
When his hands touch my skin,
I feel filthy,
Dirtied,
I close my eyes to block the world,
but through the edges,
it creeps in,
amplified,
my feelings are incoherent,
I walk alone,
with bruises and scars,
some over my body,
some inside me..
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Amateur poems
Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
