written: april 8, 2020 (day 274)
the memory is barbed wire;
it hurts to hold on
but the wire is wrapped around your wrists;
it's impossible to let go.
-it's only real if you acknowledge it
YOU ARE READING
it hurts until it doesn't
Poetrya collection of poetry the start of the story: 7•09•2019 published 7•09•2020 trigger warning: rape
