October 31st
Poetic recollection of trauma.
By Aerie Saunders Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Dirty and broken,
Left shaken and choking,
He is the reason why my body rejects touch.
In moments I want to pull her closer, I push her further,
I dislike human clutch.
What gives most goosebumps, Gives me anxious shivers,
Did he think he’d cause this much?
My body is shaking,
I remember him taking... what wasn’t his, He mouths “shush.”
His wire fingers grasping my neck, Gasping for breath,
My lungs that he crushed.
I zipped my boots back on, All the food I once had – gone, Vomit left unflushed.
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