Read All About It…

the beginning of rewriting the ending or maybe simply just reminiscing a little.
It’s always hard to comprehend a book closed,
beautiful on external
completely destroyed
solely disheartening
it hold so much pain
inserted to bond perfectly
peacefully written.
Pillow stained tears,
framed face bruised from
heavy blooded knuckles,
known hands touching beautiful black body,
with underlining secrets,
fearful of loving,
never entirely giving,
silently screaming #METOO
yet no one can comprehend pages
shattered on
broken grounds.

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