Poems from shannonackerman
She stood on the railing of
Black Bridge
And maybe you couldn't hear it,
the sound of her heart;
But the beating was rapid.
And the...
Your hands are violent
They hurt me
They hit me
They push me
They break my skin open
Your hands are violent.
And I still forgive...
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The Definition of Fine
Shannon Ackerman
Do you remember the first time you said
"I'm okay."
But I knew you didn't mean it because...