So many layers of hurt, all melded into one big ball if pain. So trite yet devastating at the same time.
The wind ruffles my hair
I hear “good girl”
Breathed gently
Carried by the breeze
Two words
That shouldnt hold
Such power
Every abuse
Followed by
Good Girl
Every sexual assault
Every sexual beating
Every single one
Followed by the words
“Good Girl”
Because I took it
Silently
Willingly
Complicit in my own
Emotional
Demise
Descent Rising 