The Wilting

POEM XIV.

i can feel what he almost did to me
i see him at the edge of my bed every night
he is every faceless nightmare
he is every imagined crime

i remember not being able to breathe
i remember the police and the court
tell me where i should feel safe
when he is everywhere i look

i won't ever get that part of me back
but i lived
so fuck that guy
it's time to start breathing
it's time to start one more