I scrap my bruises just to feel more pain,

why am so much unstable, why do I try to be happy again?

My body I cherish the most, fear is when I remember

the horrifying past to take me away home.

Touched my soul and assaulted,

you say I have spoiled flesh,

I am pure, as I am sculpted by God.

-Riya Shah


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