I believe in haunted places, because I / am one of them. I have always been / a mouth with a thousand teeth, / this body a million sharp stars.
It would be harder to run all my life. At some point, I have to head back in. Otherwise, the ghosts will keep haunting.
Dissociation makes perfect sense when folks have constantly been abused, silenced, socialized a particular way, oppressed, and constantly have had boundaries broken, or don’t even know what their boundaries are.
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It took me a long time to adjust. To re-adjust. To redefine. The moment I started to speak in a language for myself, that was crafted around the way I want to understand myself, the clock began moving at a pace that felt eternally sacred.
"i’m learning how to piece together a body you broke..." a poem on healing from sexual assault.