Abuse & Survival

These poems are stitched from the silence that followed pain. They speak in flashbacks, in guarded lines, in metaphors sharp enough to protect. Survival here isn’t pretty; it’s raw, trembling and true. And still, the voice rises.

When we write what we weren’t allowed to say.

Mental Agony

my body stood naked and exposed

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When Blood Calls to the Moon

I strutted in the presence of Death

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Blood Burning

queens snorted and screamed

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I Exist

to be rescued from this icy place

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Tormented Love

shame covered me with the filth you sowed

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Bound in Darkness

blood spilled over the descending sun

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In His Embrace, I Slowly Died

where your love left me exiled

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Murderous Seduction

deep within the haunted wood

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The Devil’s Whisper

caused my life to vanish

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