Head plastered to the side, I make eye contact with a beige peeling wall. "Its just sex, it'll be over soon," I repeat this mantra in my head willing the ravaging to end. Laying on my back, I now press my eyes shut; counting my breaths.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
