Breathing Lessons
By ralph
Fri, 08 May 2020
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Realisations can choke.
The empty biscuit tin, the final scrape
of butter. The dirty penny from the jar.
Breath, when taken deeply,
can dislodge truths that are stuck
and locked. If only I could exhale
the men who held me down
and entered me that night.
That time they said they loved me.
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This is a hard-hitting poem.
Permalink Submitted by onemorething on
This is a hard-hitting poem. Simple, starkly sad as it ends, makes you sharply inhale at the end as opposed to exhale. Difficult truth here. Thanks for sharing it. Rachel :)
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