There’s a monster laying dormant in my chest. Sometimes, I forget he’s there. But when he wakes he thrashes and shakes against my lungs and grips my ribs between big black claws. I try and appease him with pretty orange pills but the monster is always hungry.
The following is a trio of poems I have written in response to the 2 years of abuse I experienced. They are a small part of my journey to recovery. I hope you enjoy- KW Concentrated Pressure I am not shattered, nor broken, nor cracked. The choke hold you held over me has turned me… Read More A Collection Of Poems On Love, Abuse, And Recovery
My waist is shaped By strong ribs That house a Stronger heart. It it as small As it will ever, ever be. These are things that I cannot change. My fingers are Short Even after years of Piano lessons That swore Bones will stretch To fit your fancy. These are things that I cannot change.… Read More A Reminder to Myself