*TW- sexual assault*
I spent so long being
terrified that you marked me
that your hands have themselves
rooted in my skin
that these parts of me
will always belong to you
but today I realized
that this body
is mine.
I own this skin.
I own this body.
I own me.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
