*TW- sexual assault*
I wanted to tell someone
tell anyone, say something
because the silence only
made the wounds bleed more
but I couldn't. the words
stuck to my throat like glue
how do you say something like that?
how do you push the words
out of your mouth?
do you have to reach down your throat
and pull it out? and
how do you do that without
cutting open your throat on the
razor-edged letters?
how do you not prick your tongue
on the needles?
but if you do not tell someone
how do you stop your tongue
from turning into razors?
how do you hold someone's hand without
carving moons into the skin of
your own thighs?
how do you sit in your dining room
and not shatter into oblivion
as you remember how that floor
shifted underneath you as
you sat and waited for it to be over?
for him to be done?
after it happens
before the words even form,
how do you stop
breathing the debris
how do you stop
breathing the blood
how do you not stop
breathing
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
