Snack forces me to look in the mirror. Snake forced me. My skin burns but snake rinsed me in his venom. Left me in acid rain and said "Look". He scares me. He forces me. Hands me a mirror and says "Look!" My eyes are closed. "Look!" He yells.
He- I mean, snake. Thinks I am beautiful, tears running down my face, blood emerging from my skin as I pee myself, shivering in the mirror. It's cold.
I want my Mom and Dad
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Hold my Hand
PoetryMy goal is to share what I wish I knew about trauma and healing in order to make your journey less confusing. I have to begin by telling you that there are no magic words or wisdom to make the pain of trauma disappear. There is only you and your com...
