SMOTHERED – A FLASHBACK
Memories have the shape of his hugs,
Solid body strong in my embrace.
Memories have a shape that becomes
Ingrained. The sands of time may alter
The recall, but the shape of a
Memory always remains.
The shape of a memory can be challenged.
Another can juxtapose it.
Memories are shaped like his suffocating
Body on top of mine, his soft lips
Roughly claiming mine.
Muffling protests.
Memories are person-shaped, with facets inside that.
Black 2014 Honda Accord.
Effin Vodka keychain.
Shaggy blond hair.
Quiet kisses.
Quiet tears.
Quiet me.
All quiet about what he did.
What he is.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
