T R A U M A T R A U M A T R A U M A T R A U M A T R A U M A
Caucasian hands with those damned cerulean veins protruding from them will simply be the death of my vacant soul,
I am a tainted human specimen just begging to be validated
Regret being the weight of the world, -- the universe, maybe
Flowers that bloom between my dirty fingers only tells a story of life – and why it has to be so difficult. Magnolias, posies, daisies of varying vibrant colors create rivers of tears down my swollen, rosy face.
Oh, how your rugged hands caressed my peachy, plump body only create disgust that lingers inside myself & how I cringe when I think of you. I’ve never felt so dead & the void behind my once colorful, hazel eyes only gets larger until it will one day consume my entire being,
Emptiness clings to my soul much like salmon pink gum stuck under cafeteria tables during lunch time …
A deeply distressing or disturbing experience
The transformative experience of a man violating a woman leaves me with new insight, and perhaps a shell of a being
The active soul has since darkened to a murky, blackish color
The hollow feeling of dissociation leaves me with the deep desire to be buried six feet under
Some days I feel exceptionally numb & I cry in attempt to feel something – just… something
Gnawing at my cheeks in anxiety and uncomfortable situations has gotten particularly common
& in times such as these I simply drink the pain away
Pleasure no longer is pleasure
Pleasure is torture and torture is numb