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A poem about toxic loves dealing with sexism, rape and domestic abuse. Thank you for reading <3

they call them the women of hysteria

when i walked blindly through the streets

i fell into routine like another limb

and shuffled the playlist to find the one song

that made me woman again and not 'her'.

"slut

"slutwhore

"slutwhoremustbeaskingforit."

in the hallway past the mural of smiling eyes where the hospital

in the hallway past the mural of smiling eyes where the hospital staff tried to kill grief,

in the hallway past the mural of smiling eyes where the hospital staff tried to kill grief, she is splitting her other half away.

tearing its bloodless limbs,

soft shadow curl of a hand

milkless lips and a gravestone too small to call death.

what is left to fill the hollow cheeks like first rain.

what is left of his body that read

what is left of his body that read 'i carry war in my wake.'

your future children stretch my skin out of proportion

in a puppet act of no strings.

salvage whatever you can.

she has sealed into memory how to grip her

lover's wrist until the skin squirmed purple.

to avoid his eyes at mealtimes, leave half the bed cold

until he is dead to the world and dead to her

and she unfolds her muscle knots for another day

when nothing has changed but the stronghold prey.

(i.n)

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