Fine lines down my thighs,
Rough lines between my thighs
Like a hammer against silk
Like cutting through bone with a knife.
I fall, I fall
Ripped flesh,
Scarlet fluid
Purple discoloration.
Dawn secrets
Shattered spirits
Chained screams
Tightened hearts.
The devil we let in, they say
The devil lets himself in, I try to scream
To fight, I try
To win, I won't accomplish.
Drowned by betrayal
Oh, oh
Exorbitant shame
Oh, oh.
The voices, the voices
They say: run away
The voices, the voices
They say: don't suffocate.
Pure into this world I came
Sin has touched me
Divine, I'm no longer
Leave will I, cloaked by shame.
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I suffered a lot writing this poem, thinking about all the women who have been sexually assaulted or have suffered a gender crime. Things are not great in Mexico, there are more femicides every day and the government isn't doing much about it. They hide in their caves and say everything's all right when things are worse than ever.
This is for every woman out there. I hope one day we don't have to carry around pepper spray and slip our keys between our fingers just in case.
I love you all.
-M
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Short stories that live inside
General FictionThis is a collection of shorts stories I've written. I hope you enjoy. (There is no specific genre)
