God

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?