lifeline.

as tender a age

i learned that

some hands

weren't made to love

scared of hands

that touched my body

more than it did my heart

“I love you’s” became frequencies

of ‘don't tells’

external bruises

became internal ones

body shivers at the sound

of your footsteps

late night

on the kitchen floor….

at a experimental age

i felt penetration

without love

i felt hands

without purpose

i felt hands

that never loved me

more than

I felt love

it was too early

i knew it was too early

there was blood

on a blade

on the floor

in my eyes

in my mind

with a few pills scattered

I wanted to go

I wanted to leave

I wanted to be free..

at the brink of a new age

I felt a soul growing

Inside me

A soul of innocence

A soul of love

it was the only good thing

that came off

pretend love

still scared to move forward

I lost you too

every august is the worst for me

because of

you..

at a stage of feeling redemption

I watched a man

watch me say no

fight no

a man who's hand

I wanted to hold before

I could let touch me

but he watched me cry rivers

pinned under his strength

it burned

I begged…

At this age…

I feel everything all at once.

-s.w