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You thought her body was yours
to do with as you pleased,
a child who didn't know to guard her temple.
You broke windows, and burnt doors.
The foundation was permanently damaged,
and you didn't care about the cost to fix it
You left it shattered,
with no one to help build it up again.
You didn't care if a child was left to pick up the pieces
You enjoyed their helplessness.
You laughed as your soul lingered long after you were gone.
You ignored the wreckage you left behind.
But, the child grew into a woman
A woman who knows how to build worlds,
to build herself a new temple.
Her body is a temple.
One you will never be welcome in again.
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Falling
PoetryA collection of short poems about pain and struggling with depression. Note: For everyone reaching out and asking if I'm okay, yes I am! I struggle with depression and writing helps me cope when I'm sad. It is a good outlet for my feelings and it ma...
