The therapist places the doll in front of you,
it is the size of girls, your uncle like 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 are you feeling
You pull the lump in your throat out,
with your teeth and say
fine, numb really.
-Rupi Kaur
YOU ARE READING
Words to my soul
PoetryThese are some poems by me and some by my favorite poets and writers. I enjoy writing and reading dark poems. But you can still find some happy ones. I hope you enjoy it.
