Not today. *tw* poem
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Some days,
I can pretend my body is mine.
But not today.
Today, your hands are on me again.
Your breath in my ear.
Your weight crushing the air from my chest.
I smell the room.
I taste the fear.
My nails curl,
remembering the skin they could not break.
I am back there—
helpless, choking,
screaming into silence.
And it’s you.
It’s always you.
Ripping through my skin
from the inside out.
Some days I win.
But not today
