Photo by Tricia Vivienne Blanc
this torn body is no battlefield
trussed up in wild violent words
held in place by vitriol
turned to a stony flesh
but when you are gone
the meat of me
starts to breathe
at peace
now
About the Creator
Trish B
Writer of fantasy, fiction and the occasional brooding poem. Willing accomplice, experienced antagonist, flip-flop Jedi, lover of words, forests, dragons and gummy bears.
Comments (3)
Amazing work, today read once again, great, your expression conveys resilience and the ability to find solace within oneself, beautifully written, thank you very much for sharing!
Woof, this is such a visceral depiction of toxic relationship trauma, and I appreciate the chance for the reader to catch their breath by the end "at peace...now." You nailed a complete narrative in such a short format!
It's a powerful reflection on healing and finding solace within oneself, wonderful, thanks for sharing, love your works, subscribed.