by Bee
Locked deep within my body is a story no one told.
Memories of dirty moments fracturing my soul.
Compartments in my psyche kept it locked away.
Pretending to be normal became the conscious way.
Gaslit rooms and acting “everything’s alright”.
Drinking down the feeling, helped me in the night.
A dissociated person, out of body all the time.
Searching for the healing, not seeing what’s inside.
‘TIL the man who was supposed to love me waged a deadly war.
A weapon so precise it blasted through the door.
Flashbacks flew out like lava with fury and with force.
The man, stood idly by, sadly lacking true remorse.
His motives, truly evil, backfired in the end.
Escaping all the wreckage, myself I had to tend.
I brought myself to safety and can finally hear the cries.
Of all the heinous acts, that my body had locked inside.
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