From Where She Stands
Helena Toto
Tag: abuse
Losing My Faith
Sometimes it feels better to deny myself Pleasures or water or food When I’m bad Sometimes it feels better to cut myself Inside and out Of my skin See my blood run, feel it coagulate On the skin above the Denial of abuse Swirling… Continue Reading “Losing My Faith”
Mom
Lily sits alone, fighting shadows under the shade of the pine tree. She wore a tweed skirt today, looking sexy, but her mom called her a slut and pushed her down the staircase. What a dangerous game she’s playing; if she’s not… Continue Reading “Mom”
This Game
You and I face each other weapons in hand fate tied at the wrist And as the blood pumps and rushes what’s left to think about? I’m faster than you and the blade cuts into flesh Spilling your heart out onto the floor. Photo… Continue Reading “This Game”
Run
She came to my door Broken and shamed Last night to explain The unexplainable How she rose above The light until She reached the Darkness of Your might. It could Be easy to Pretend But you Know That’s Not What She’ll Do. photo credit:… Continue Reading “Run”
Burned
Underneath your wings I used to lie Breathing softly Hidden from the world Upon sanded beaches Once I craved The wind as it Rushed onward Up from valleys below Caught between the realities Sung of In ancient lullabies Before feeling brought Pain and loving… Continue Reading “Burned”
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