Nicely written. The nice thing about poetry/writing is that you can let your emotions go w/out saying something point blank. It’s more like ivy worked into a trellace. You don’t put it there to make it beautiful, it grows and blossoms on it’s own.

I feel real physical pain reading this.. I could never hurt anyone like that.

I see the character cowering in a corner in a fetal position afraid and crying. I just want to hold them and let them cry until they are spent and ready to heal.