Like a bird, I let him pluck my feathers until I was bare.
Because I stayed quiet
like the heart that beats no more.
And once he got what he wanted
he threw me away like I was his scraps.
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Despair
PoetryA series of poems. Readers be aware: there will be powerful imagery and possible triggers for people with mental illnesses or who have dealt with self harm and possibly abuse. Please be careful. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'll try to post a short...
