“Make me disappear,” she said,
As her eyes pleaded to be seen.
“I don’t care anymore,” she said,
As her voice begged to be heard.
The bruises on her skin long faded
But the wounding in her heart remained
“I want to not be anymore,” she said.
But it was pain and the isolating loss of shame
She needed to erase,
Not life itself.
For The Daily Post