When I look in the mirror
Bile, rises to my throat
How every word
That you whispered
Remains unfazed against
my skin
Covering every inch
Sending a messages
Of claiming me
Of owning me
When you arnt even keeping me
YOU ARE READING
rain in my soul
Poetrypieces of writing that consists of pieces of my life. or specially, buckets collected from the rain in my soul.💫
