Trigger warning.
Please do not read ahead if you are worried some of the content of these next poems will hurt you, or make you relive past trauma. Always practice self- care and self- love. Speak to those you trust.
I have posted these to break through my own shame and silence.
Much love,
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How do I write this terrible trio
1.
You raped me
Then you went out
Drinking &
Dancing
2.
My Dad's funeral flowers rotted in my windowsill
As you kissed that underage naive little girl
I lay here cut open
Legs curled to my chest
To hold my insides
Together
Wondering
Did she taste of the innocence
I once had
That you candle light
Smothered
3.
I can hear you lie to the winding tape
Click click deny
Even though I'm at the hospital
Heart open mouth open legs open
& you are at the police station
Under arrest
For the murder of my
Consent
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Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoetryDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
