Letter to an abuser

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By: Author Carolyne Afroetry MA


Dear Abuser, 

How does it feel

to spread my

charred thighs

Like a futon?


How does it feel

to caress my aching

body with your

rough hands?


How does it feel

to push your

abusive penis inside

a corpse

And wail like a

a banshee?

Those are not moans

You see.

Sex with you feels

like death. 


The Unapologetic Poet-


*From her new collection: Our house is a graveyard


#GBV 

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