*Trigger warning- mildly graphic self-harm imagery, sexual abuse*
Razors drag across my skin
Let anger rise like
Steam- from quaking mountains
Spill red, red, red…
Proof of oxygen, vitality, life
Fragile- on the edge of a blade
but alive!
Somehow, I find myself fading
Away from my
Body
Disconnection becomes self-
preservation
When I felt strong hands gripping
my virgin thighs,
And no was not an answer
anyone respected.
But don’t pity me-
I survived this truth.
Even though the scars snake
around and around my left arm
Reminding me of
the battles
recovering motherhood 