haunted

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my facebook friend Catherine Just shared this post and off went this poets’ mind…

haunted

by last night when i cried in your arms about fears and hurts and, yet, nothing (as always) changed

and yet, somehow, we woke up to a different world

a world where we laid in bed until after noon

naked, talking, kissing, limbs intertwinned

(re)connecting in the way we know best

haunted …

by memories of his hand pushing down into my chest, just below my left breast and he raped me, never (not once) looking at me — was I not even there? –

by memories too many to count because I’m suddenly overcome with exhaustion at the recollection…

I want to, no… I need to live in a world free of hauntings….

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