Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Untitled by Jeanette

By Jeanette
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Tags: jeanette, poetry, poem

I shined my shoes,
glossed my lips and put on
my best sunday dress.
He untied me
in the
dark.
I didn't suspect a thing
(careless me)
He spoke in tongues
and I hate him,
for everything I am.
I wasn't looking to be saved
but I took his hand anyway.

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