now every man has your semblance
and life behind closed doors is no longer safe.
now all those kind lies wash over me like sins
and i struggle to find meaning in this suffering.
now i've learnt what it feels like to be a stranger in my skin
and to wait until you've never touched me.
i have to live with the memory of your face over mine, your arms in mine, our bodies intertwined.
i have to live knowing how much you've stolen from me and your casual cruelty.
i have to live with the devil whispering terrors into my ears
about how i will never be free
in my mind
you await on every street corner,
you watch me when i sleep,
and if i dare get too bold with my freedom,
the rug will cease to exist.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
