Shapes You Can Digest [Poetry]
Trigger warning
You listen to my story Warm coffee clutched in hand You won’t look me in the eye No words are spoken when I tell you That my body was used Forced placed upon me One night long ago Bruised then, bruised now You prefer butterflies and rainbows—shapes you can digest Let’s talk about the weather. Lets talk about good news Uncomfortable truths hiding in curtains, swept under tables and rugs The utter darkness of the pitch black room The distinct smell of cologne as he shoved me to the ground The shock of his dead weight landing violently on mine Animalistic instincts rushing to my rescue It’s coming back to me now P T S D I didn’t come here to quench his thirst And I don’t need anything from you I came to be healed, redeemed I am weightless now Silence and inaction cuff us down History repeating It is what it is, until it isn’t Awareness and compassion set us free You ought to know That you may feel different When it’s your daughter ... (sister, friend, lover)
My full story can be found here: Why I Stayed Quiet as a Victim of Sexual Trauma (Until Now)
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If you or a loved one have been affected by any kind of sexual violence, you can call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1-800-656-4673 (1-800-656-HOPE).
