Brokenness, Poetry
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Unremembering Abuse

girl underwater blowing bubbles, sad

I wish I knew
how to unremember your words,
the harshness,
the way they still sit
heavy on my tongue.
Like an inner monologue
I repeat
the same
to soothe these chapped lips,
aching for rain.
Water pours over these dry roots,
new words, new hands
cradling my shriveled heart
like a treasure under the falls.
But I am desert plant—
there is no healing
in drowning.

Featured Image Credit: Stefano Zocca

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