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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

To My Many

Memories resting on the sidelines
Ever present, never seen
One is many, many one.

Clothed in shades of tawn and russet
Decaying thoughts and fading blood
Memories resting on the sidelines.

Tawn and russet crusted bodies
All the same and all unique
One is many, many one.

Just below an opaque surface
Firmly past still yet present
Memories resting on the sidelines.

Slide along, you russet alters,
Your beings blend in tawny grace
One is many, many one.

Every alter once a body
Every body binding time
Memories resting on the sidelines
One is many, many one.

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