my naked body lies on his chest,
curled up like a paper box,
he, the viceroy of my misery,
is slowly eating my slice of heaven.
when full, he will wipe his hands of me,
and call for my death.
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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...
paper box body
my naked body lies on his chest,
curled up like a paper box,
he, the viceroy of my misery,
is slowly eating my slice of heaven.
when full, he will wipe his hands of me,
and call for my death.
