
Thee Broken Venus
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When I was found I had no arms
And the world would grow to love me because of it.
When my arms hit the ground, they spoke from the concrete.
And they called me Venus.
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The Stages of Emily Doe
Acknowledgments In order to tell this story properly, I must acknowledge those involved– All those who thread my pain together in the blanket that kept me hidden, to those who poked holes in the blanket’s thick wool to let the light hit my face. Some faces I still remember, and others will be burned in my hippocampus until my body meets the ground. It’s important to note that without those people who made me experience what hell feels like, I would not be who I am…but it is because of the people that made me see the possibility of heaven that I am still here.
By Thee Broken Venus 4 years ago in Viva
