My wrist hurts
Occasionally
From where he pushed me
And i tried to catch myself.
It has ached on and off
For three years.
My ankle twists
Occassionally
If i step on it wrong
From where he grabbed me and pulled
When i tried to run
The fourth time.
My shoulders still hunch
Into a flinching form
From people whose quick and too close movements
Were intended to hurt.
And I'm ashamed
And embarassed
But i know you get it,
But there's more that's left me
Less than before,
Than what i've told you.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
My wrist hurts
Occasionally
From where he pushed me
And i tried to catch myself.
It has ached on and off
For three years.
My ankle twists
Occassionally
If i step on it wrong
From where he grabbed me and pulled
When i tried to run
The fourth time.
My shoulders still hunch
Into a flinching form
From people whose quick and too close movements
Were intended to hurt.
And I'm ashamed
And embarassed
But i know you get it,
But there's more that's left me
Less than before,
Than what i've told you.
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