Content Warning: sexual assault
Written for survivors
I lost myself Pressed between pillows and puppets,
A dark blurred memory,
Scented of male’s sweat and fresh lavender’s bedding.
Biting my lips, not to scream, as you told me.
Erasing my face with the sheets Wishing I wasn’t there.
Keeping my stained soul and bloody underwear Hidden, as you told me.
There’s no place in my heart, for milk and marmalades, anymore.
Blood and tears are the Infernal rivers dividing
The land of the innocence and the land of the sin.
I am not guilty of any perverted viciousness,
I simply want to die.
Audree Nack is an Afro-Italian published author based in Manchester, UK. Her favourite topics are the most controversial as she looks to spread awareness without sugar coating the daily battles faced on by her people; the Black community, LGBTQ+ community, survivors and those struggling with ED.
She adores the pink aesthetic, carbs, white wine and is a Sagittarius stereotype.
Instagram: @missnackkk / Twitter: @RanKotobukii / https://www.audreenack.com/