Time, 2019

This poem was written when I needed a way to express how what happened to me, stayed with me.
It was written in a bitter mood with the anger of sadness, explaining that while what he did to me happened in a single second, the effects are ongoing and sometimes hard to understand.
It was a way to express saying goodbye to my body, to stop seeing myself as a dead human with flesh that isn’t mine, the taboo subject of silence, perhaps it’s just a cry for attention? The stigma attached to this and lastly, I address the public conceptions of common friends, especially those who urge you to just brush it off.