She covers her hands, her wrists, her ankles, and her throat in jewelry
So she is in charge
of what entraps them
Not him
or his tight
Painful
Grip
No, only jewelry
That reminds her
She is now in control
and the marks
that once scored that skin
are gone
and replaced with something
Beautiful
Meaningful
Hers
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Thought Spiraling
PoetryFree verse poetry about Anxiety, anxiety attacks, depression, insecurity, dealing with trauma, and dysfunctional relationships.
