Month After Month
By Ashley O’Hare
Month after month
I ignored the screaming in my gut
and the begging of my brain
working overtime to prove that I was not safe.
Month after month
my boundaries slowly disappeared.
When I looked in the mirror,
I was driven to tears.
Month after month
I listened to your rants;
your anger with how long it’s been
since you have been close to someone.
Month after month
my showers solved nothing.
I emerged with soap on my skin,
but still itched with the memory of your touch.
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