I want to fall into before
I want to erase the echo of my screams
I want them on mute
I want to clean the memories that invaded my mind like an unwanted guest at midnight
I want to remove the skin off my bones
I want to wash every touch and every fingerprint from my skin, but it keeps falling off
I want to throw him from the cliff because he enjoyed it
I want to burn his fingertips, and draw a map in his eyes of how every spot screams treasure touch
After ten years,
My mind refuses the drugs
The flowers' shorts and the white tank top
A kid of 8 years old
You stared, and your friend did too
Looked me at shamelessly
I hated every second of you trying to keep my voice inside
and although I screamed my way out of it
the rest is not history, it's my present
I wondered why I hated the summer
I wondered why I hated the sea
I wondered why I can't swim
I wondered why the water didn't wash all my worries off, but instead it made them vivid
I wonder why I never spoke louder
That sad moment when I held my 5 years old sister's hand to shake off my fear of telling my parents
How it hurt so much to describe the horror I had to encounter for 15 minutes
Fighting to open the door
To run away from a grip of an older man
I wonder why they said it's okay
I wonder if they remember their daughter was once assaulted
I wonder if he remembers me
I do,
I hate the day I saw his face
I hate the day that every girl like me has to see their faces
I hate that they will tell her it's okay, it does not define you
And I hate how we will tell them that men like him makes us who we are.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
