Poem on sexual abuse and rape (on today's prompt "nothing" ©
On emptiness and hopelessness.
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It's not a bad day. The daily prompt just kind of sparked this.
A poem about becoming an adult.
To the boy who called me a liar among other things. You were talking about yourself.
Who is at fault here? Who is to blame?
Should they forgive you for saving them?
Ever sat on a sandwich? Ever had your sandwich sat on? I've done neither but that is the power of imagination.
A question that has been pestering me for the last three nights, giving me nightmares and overwhelming me with fear.
I won't be a second choice
I've stripped my sheets to get away from you.
You spent so much energy telling me how wrong I was.
The monster I see in you, is me
A personal poem
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