Bruised

Your punching bag whenever you were in the mood

Somehow I was always being rude

Always triggered when I was in the nude

How dare I be so crude.

Flip me over the table

Just to check if it was stable

Crawl back to you, I'm still able

After all I am your babel.

Crush down on me; ribs, neck and head

My pink heart hanging on by a thread

As the days pass, every night before bed

I find it's now you rather than me I wish they found

dead.

So this is a little something I quickly cooked up when I felt super triggered about a past abusive relationship. Im glad it came up to the surface to be transmuted and released. If this triggered you in anyway I'd like to invite you to check out the language language transmission I channeled to release trauma stemming from physical abuse here thanks so much for connecting and I'm sending you love and light xxx