I've been scratched by
Many monsters
Dressed as men
That claw at night.
They leave scratches
All of them
Inside of me
They don't heal.
I love these monsters
The ones that claw
I apologize
When I bleed.
I would like to heal from these monsters
But I don't know how
And I can't ask them
Because I'm not sure they know they are clawing.
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
