i've had beating when i was a child.
as if i was meant to never make a mistakeㅡ
and i can't count the beatings I'd take
for all the things i had defied.
that whenever i close my eyes,
i sometimes still hear the whip of my father's belt
marking on my flesh,
the bruises; the scratchesㅡ
it had been long since gone and healed,
but the feeling it gave never left me until now
the memory still sends me into tears somehow;
ㅡ nightmares
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Pandora
Poetry🌼 A compilation of my poems and proses and basically just paragraphs i thought of and tell ' you are the fissure; the crack in between, the damage made of two lusting heart's mistake. ㅡ unwanted p. 87 © 2018 xerotonin basically thi...
