Who are you? Who am I?
How can I answer both of these questions in one? By my words.
We all need to let our feelings out somehow. This is where I will do it for myself.
Warnings for several triggering things, including childhood sexual abuse, emotional abuse, harassment, and the results of all of them.
His hands behind me,
her fingers spreading me open;
I was baptized,
but I was never pure.
I was born of an infidel and self-claimed saint.
I was broken by their beloved brothers and sisters,
grabbed and lifted and split.
I earned love from a heretic and a goddess,
their fingers between my legs
and mouths on my neck.
I look in the mirror;
I sense the hands,
the one holding me back,
but I see none.