Yes I am fine. In the same way the lamb is after its been eaten by the wolf. Yes I am fine. But some days I can still feel him inside of me. But some days I refuse to leave the house. Refuse to go outside. Refuse to believe that this happened to me. TO ME. Yes I am fine. In the same way a house is engulfed in flames is. Except I am the house and I am still burning. I didn't get a choice if i wanted to burn. Yes I am fine. In the same way when he forced himself inside of me i didn't know whether to cry or scream first. Yes I am fine. Like the same way you say you didn't really want to die after attempting suicide. Yes I am fine. But most days my lungs seem to collapse and I can't think of a reason to keep living. Yes I am fine. In the same way I am dragging around my dead cactus telling you that I am fine. Yes I am fine. In the same way that I am not fine. That i haven't been fine since. That between my legs is now a crime scene. In the same way I am now an object and not a girl. Yes I am fine.
~h.g.
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This is Poetic Vomit
PoetryI only mean to write what I feel. That's what the doctors say I should do.
