nausea.

You ask them to point you to a woman
Any woman, who does not know
What it means to be robbed
To have herself taken away
You ask them to  point you to a future
Where you don’t still feel his breath
Know his hands against your skin
Where the pain no longer stirs
Inside your womb
You ask them to point you to a night
When you don’t wake in sweats
When your heart does not race
When you do not bury your head in the toilet
And purge yourself of all that’s within

 

 

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Seriously welled up at this one. Beautiful.

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