#ContentWarning for implied abusive relationships, torture, nightmares. Look after yourselves.
I still bear your scars, in more ways than one.
I have to hope you were having fun when you made them;
what’s the point in hurting if you can’t laugh about it?
This detail still eludes me.
I have to hope you were having fun when you made them
watch your descent, step by aching step,
pain etched into innocent nerve-endings.
What’s the point in hurting if you can’t laugh about it,
tribulation promising a prop, a stopping of obscurity.
It lies.
This detail still eludes me,
fevered dreams reaching into my waking, saying:
punishment works both ways. You need to finish it. Enough.
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| Found this on Google Images. Apparently it comes from Adobe by kucherav. |
Dark mood today after some serious conversations, need to let this one out; hope it helped. If you recognise yourself in any part of this, please seek support. Seriously.
Anyway, this is a trimeric, which I saw Leanne Moden use elsewhere, and decided to give it a go. It’s also now available as a form on the Concrete and Repeating Forms Spreadsheet.
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