I feel so unsafe
Even my own body is a weapon
And a mirror the final strike
Attacking me with all my imperfections
Reminding me of him
His fingerprints still etched into my skin
Scars that I keep retracing with my own blade
In an effort to take back control
But only underscoring my own failures
As unsafe in my own hands as I was in his
I pray to a god there is a way out of this
But I no longer believe they are even real
For what kind of god could let this happen
How cruel do they have to be
For me to have to live in a body that is this unsafe for me?