A collection of poetry about survival, experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity.
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many times I kept silent again and again I let the conversation to evaporate .. But your words never left me those hash words Stay to incubate to do the work like some parasites who feed on its host they stay to incubate and Once grown they release powerful mind-controlling chemicals and change their host.
- by tonkadella
our hearts are so distant now. they can’t hear the beat, they too far. sound of the Heartbeat, they used to beat together. The distance grows the Heart gripped by fear. Fear of losing that familiar beat. the heartbeat, that is home. losing home .. The heart must find a way to communicate! and so .. it Shouts. - by tonkadella
Words have no value in this harsh exchange. Too loud. Noise. Hurt talks. Like a wild burning fire fueling itself. Feeding itself. Watering itself. Loud noise. Two puppets of Pain in this game. But if this is the only way .. okay, Yell. Do it again and again. Too loud. If this is the way You can deal then be it the way. Exhaust me.
- by tonkadella Emotional Exhaustion Can Lead to Noise Sensitivity