Poetry Blogs (Living after trauma)
Where’s The Sun?
I used to orgasm imagining i was running to-
To reach climax for the relief was spiritual
Sex for me has remained-
Now it’s perverse and sexual.
So, I hide inside-
The dark of the night
And only come out when the moon says
You’re safe now.
He has my best interests in his heart filled with craters
Other women scarred with play...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:10 am