I'm sad.
And that's okay.
This heaviness in my heart
is not mine alone,
I carry it for my mother
and my father
and his mother
I carry it for her husband
who quickly became
the demon
sleeping in the
shadows
that then became
a
stain
who's faint edges
still linger.
Deep and bruised
like my heart
after that day
confused and
oh, so green
I was already shedding
my innocence,
but you stole
hers
in one moment.
And for this
she
starves
herself
of nourishment
of unadulterated
joy
her body,
something she feels
shame
about
all because you thought
every
body
was yours
to be played
with.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
I'm sad.
And that's okay.
This heaviness in my heart
is not mine alone,
I carry it for my mother
and my father
and his mother
I carry it for her husband
who quickly became
the demon
sleeping in the
shadows
that then became
a
stain
who's faint edges
still linger.
Deep and bruised
like my heart
after that day
confused and
oh, so green
I was already shedding
my innocence,
but you stole
hers
in one moment.
And for this
she
starves
herself
of nourishment
of unadulterated
joy
her body,
something she feels
shame
about
all because you thought
every
body
was yours
to be played
with.