The therapist places
The doll in front of you
It is the size of girls
Your uncle likes touching
Point to where his hands were
You point to the spot
Between its legs the one
He fingered out of you
Like a confession
How're you feeling
The pull the lump
I'm your throat out
With your teeth
And say fine
Numb really
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Love and Grief
PoésiePoetry None is written by me personally ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ some are very triggering and deal with sensitive topics. Please don't read if you will be triggered.
