No Space for You in Bed with Me

I am learning to be tender
with this body of mine.
Learning to rewrite embrace
starting with my own hands
soft on this scarred surface
loving this redeemable marvel.
This flawed perfection.
Violated & marred
resilient & malleable.

This right here is how I'm surviving.
Myself.
You. & everything else that tried to destroy me
but failed.

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I hold myself tightly in this hotel room.
No space for you in bed with me
no welcome in my head for your memory.
I have not moved on
but my fullness has eclipsed this dose of trauma
& I consider that healing (continuous).