Tag: Trauma
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Witness the night
#NaPoWriMo2021 #day1 . Ebony skies swallow the pristine white Mute, forlorn, I witness the night An endless agony tears me apart As innocence and childhood depart . Leaving me writhing Crying, begging Tears of shame Tears of pain . A fiery rage singes my whole Yet unperturbed he ravages my soul I wish to be…
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Medusa's Wound
She thought it had healed When she had been carved onto stones Or had it? Can a stone capture a woman’s tears? What a grotesque image they’d carved She’d felt alienated from herself. She pondered over her wounds That healed in the inky parchment of nights. But the each passing day gouged A deeper wound…