the warmth from your hands around my neck
i still feel it when i can't breathe
a friendly reminder,
of all the things you've done to me
the times you held me down
all the insults that left your mouth
like poison flying off your tongue
but the words weren't what stung
it was when you pushed me against the cabinet
and told me you'd slit my throat
when you threw me on the floor
and like glass — i broke
what stung was your nails
digging in cuts that you made
what was worse was afterwards
i told you that you could stay
YOU ARE READING
liberosis
PoesíaA journey I made through heartbreak. When I felt everything entirely too much. When all I wanted was to let go and hold on. To drown and to swim all at once. This is my story of learning to soak in liberosis. Enjoy. xx
