I spent years commuting on trains wearing noise cancelling headphones to keep out the noise. When you don’t hear the words, the body language speaks very loudly.
Zivah! This is so damn powerful, I’m just sorry it’s the result of truth. The clench and release you mention in your notes. I’ve seen that. Fucking eggshells.
My heart bled for you while reading this. I am beyond sad you had to endure such abuse. It is fantastic poetry--as you can't get away from that. But it's beauty doesn't overshadow or dismiss the message you relay... and the trauma.
Thank you, dearest Jill. This was a long time ago now, and in a way it feels like it happened to somebody else. Not in a disassociative way, but just because of time and how different I am, and my life is, now.
Vivid.
I don't pick up on passerby body language, I'm "blind" to it, I guess.
Time to take notice.
Thank you.
I spent years commuting on trains wearing noise cancelling headphones to keep out the noise. When you don’t hear the words, the body language speaks very loudly.
very powerful!
Thank you.
really powerful and speaks too truthfully to be invention.
its so sad to see the suffering wrought on good people here but also hopeful that it brings out art and awareness.
Thank you, Nick.
Just want to say 💜... so much power in this. You're taking it back.
Thank you so much, Claire. I like to think so!
I feel the sunset blaze, and it's a gloriously powerful thing. This was something else.
I see it too (around me) - a flinch, and a downward cast glance.
Makes the hair on my nape stand up.
Thank you. It’s (very sadly) too common to see, once you pay attention.
This one tore at my gut, Zivah. 💔 Haunting...
Thank you, Marcia.
Indeed, we must try to exorcise that darkness. Powerful piece, Zivah.
Wow. Really powerful poetry. You definitely won 🖤
Thank you!
If only, if only Ziva...
They are told us it was all going to be like this, the really should have made us understood that love and life can be this cruel. If only.
Your poem completely melted my heart. I haven't seen anything this passionate and loud ever ❤️
Zivah! This is so damn powerful, I’m just sorry it’s the result of truth. The clench and release you mention in your notes. I’ve seen that. Fucking eggshells.
Thank you, Nancy. But I won. And I’ll keep on winning.
I know you will!
Every time I read another woman’s story my throat chokes — sending love to you and thanking you for your strength in sharing. ❤️❤️❤️
Oh no! Zivah! Wow… yes, burst this toxic blister and get its venom all the fuck out of you!
Toxic blister… what a brilliant description. Complete with pus.
My heart bled for you while reading this. I am beyond sad you had to endure such abuse. It is fantastic poetry--as you can't get away from that. But it's beauty doesn't overshadow or dismiss the message you relay... and the trauma.
Thank you, dearest Jill. This was a long time ago now, and in a way it feels like it happened to somebody else. Not in a disassociative way, but just because of time and how different I am, and my life is, now.
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