on being assaulted.
for a long time afterwards,
you think you are sick
you are sure he has
left you
with something contagious
you see so many doctors
they draw so much blood
thick bruises layer your
inner arms
like second skin
you tell them
you can’t breathe
your heart beats too slow
you can feel the earth
move beneath your feet
they tell you
everything is okay
they tell you
you’re fine
you’re safe
but you know they are wrong
for a long time afterwards,
you won’t let anyone
touch you
always worried
what might happen
if they got too close
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Ugh. Damn. The middle of this poem hits me right in my gut. I’m looking for safety in the end, even though I know there isn’t any.
Your poetry is the therapist–your words take us to the truth of such actions…