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What happened that night? I still don't comprehend.
From my therapy sessions to my wet, sweat-filled sheets in the middle of the night, and haunted slithering dreams. I couldn’t breathe.
I still don't know.
To My Mother
Momma he beats me.
What do you want for dinner?
Leftovers sound fine.
To My Rapist
Bruises are bone deep,
Your name is burned on my skin,
They say the first thing you begin to forget about someone is their voice.
Well, I still remember yours.
Your shy and bubbly laugh echoing in my ears,
When we parted waysLife became very different.I don’t know about the other sideOf this chainlink, my glances overTell me life hasn’t went downhill.
No one really cares about what happened when no one was there
And all I really know
Is how this pain inside my chest grows
Oh silence repeat
Say it after me
Oh silence repeat
Say it after me
