Most people don't know
what it feels like
to be
powerless
degraded
used like a toy
everything collapses
in on itself
buries you in
shame
and all you want
is for your body
to shatter
and disappear
like dust
so it can finally
be free.
I never learned the rules about meter or metaphor, or what not to say out loud. I just write what lives inside me: the bruises, the blossoms...
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