Body- A Poem

*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


Disconnection becomes self-


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

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