You forget how loud silence is after screaming.
I suppose I forgot what tenderness meant after manipulation.
Soft slow touches with soft slow moans stir within me a tightness in my throat.
I open from the inside out and I feel my world shift beneath my stirring body.
For the first time in a long time
I tell myself I am safe and I believe it.
I rebuild my foundations, shaky breath by shaking breath.
I feel my body take root
As I compost my trauma,
Perhaps I will bloom.

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