His touch
An anecdote for the bitterness
Within me
A blanket of
A body
A smile I didn't have
To see
It was the only thing that
Kept me whole
Kept me here
Kept me human.
A head that raced wildly
Throughout the day
Now rested coolly
Upon his chest
The world was silent
With his flesh beside me
My lover
My muse
My downfall.
I minded my lungs
Lest they gasped in shock
At the sight of such beauty
I now preferred my pillows
With a heartbeat.
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Written in Red
PoesiA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
