#abusivepoem
My throat is numb,
I don’t feel the barbwire in my esophagus
My feet are purple,
I’m dangling them with an anchor
My wrists swollen,
fingers about to fall from restriction
My face bloated,
from every love bite.
Lips, still red
always smiling
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC