A SOLEMN DEATH WISH

By Azka

I looked at death twice—

once as a child,

and once as a teen.

PTSD lives inside my veins,

recollections of flashbacks

I don’t want to remember.

I don’t want to remember—

not the blood dripping on tiles,

not the bruises on my body,

not the kiss that evaporated me

into the fear of intimacy.

Not the touch that stole my childhood,

the rights to my own body

taken before I even knew what they were.

I don’t retell the story,

Because every version

is as real as the last.

But one day, I wish

these memories

It would stop replaying.

I want to tie the noose

around my soul

So, no one knows

death was even an option—

just so you’ll cry less,

my dear.

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