Little poem: What I Mean When I Say Survivor

This is one of Brenna Twohy‘s shorter poems, honest and confronting and for basic female dignity, as always.

I, too
have loved men
who named my mouth
ashtray,
mistook me for a place
to leave
burning things
when they were done.

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