a poem from PTSD (JULIET III) | Sarah Xerta
There’s a difference between heartbreak
and abuse, though people keep comparing them
as if they are the same, as if someone’s rejection of you
is the same as someone’s destruction of you,
as if a broken heart
is the same as this mangled creature
at the foot of the bed, giving birth to orgasms
that fall dead between my legs like stillborns. Continue Reading →