So you’re damaged goods, my ex boyfriend laughed after I told him about my abuse.
I laugh with him as I feel the silence catch in my throat.
He confirmed my fears:
That this body is worth nothing now.
It would never be desirable ever again.
Never told anyone how I locked myself out of my own body,
how I’d never be able to go back now.
Even if I did, what would be left?
How does the burnt forest learn to trust the sun again?
He was probably right,
All the nights I spent tearing at my skin,
Trying to reach something new,
Something that had yet to be touched by him,
Something pure.