Aug 3

A writing prompt by Rupi Kaur

Photo by Amos Bar-Zeev on Unsplash

I wept inside at how
She was

She was just
A child

Her long blond hair
Like silk

the years
As she grew

she learned
To abuse herself

She figured it was
Better than feeling
The emptiness and pain of being.

So abuse felt more
In her existence…



Melissa Steussy

Melissa Steussy

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