i will never forgive the wood chips buried in my skin
the contusions embedded in my body
the bumps my skull can never heal
i will never forgive your voice
your vulgar
disgusting
degrading
harsh words
you will forever be a smokey figure of shame
i, on the other hand, will flourish valleys instead of your vile hatred, step father.
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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ,𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇,𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 (𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓉𝓇𝓎)
PoetryA collection of poetry telling the stories of my life in multiple arrays of symbolisms ♡︎ Trigger Warning: This poetry depicts abuse