Silk Soaked 7.

Tw: Sexual Abuse

Sunset silk
she was dehydrated from
falling weak to the
devil’s snappish lips

Soaking in everything he
threw into her mouth
one, two, three
come over here, he said
look here, he said

Afternoon tea
wasn’t what she thought it was
with pages of his favourite book
torn out
like hair pulled from anxiety

Watching, studying every movement
from the light dancing on her arms
to the flickering of the night’s laughter
across the floor

After 7 Crisis
blocking out two years
because he decided that
memories deserved to be distorted
and that I needed to forget
his ugly breath

Trying to remember
why I was sitting there
without a single hand
on my shoulder
keeping me there
so I couldn’t wander off

Sunday Nervousness
had I known I’d be afraid
to look at ninja turtles
for years
I would have tried to
tell him no
but I was a little body
with a voice that
didn’t have a say yet

And for years
I had no idea
I’d allow myself
to think about
where you may be
and who you may be with
and if you hurt them too

But that isn’t of my concern
and you aren’t going to be the reason I drop my identity for

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