I can feel his hands I know it isn't real but
They're sliding down my waist
I freeze
There's a knot in my gut
I can't scream
His hands on my lips
Tears run down my face
Burning my cheeks
Cold fingertips
Stroking my leg
His words turned into a reality
And I know it's all in my head
But it doesn't make it hurt any less
I can't break free
It's my own mind that's imprisoning me
The handprints he left on my heart
Are growing
Chest pounding
I can't breathe
I bet he sleeps just fine at night
Doesn't even think of me
It's fight or flight
And I chose flee
But I can't outrun the demons that I need to slay
Eventually I'll be too tired
And I'll give in
"I love you enough to stop you"
But you can't stop what I've already done.
YOU ARE READING
Trigger warning...
Poetry⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: mentions of r@pe, p!lls, su!cide, s3lf-harm, eating d*sorders, ab*se A poem.
