Poetry

Am I dead? No, my inner voice said. My thumb is resting on my neck. I feel my heart beat as I stare at the wall. How long have I been here? I know before this I tried to call. Is anyone coming? The dryer is thumping with the robe. Thump thump, Thump thump, So […]

via Poetry — NOT MY SECRET…overcoming the shame of sexual abuse

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