i wake from a nightmare, face glistening with sweat, you beside me, the rise and fall of our hands, pressed above your heart, a momentary peace before the dream returns, causes me to dig my nails into your stomach when i try to push him off my chest. the gasp of pain disrupts your rest. you tell me that it's fine. that i’m safe. that you aren’t hurt. i kiss the spot anyway, begging the indentation forgiveness. you reassure me because i meant no harm, but the beating is still fresh in my mind and i fear becoming like him.
Elliot Gray Boodhan is a Boston based poet and educator whose writing centers marginalized communities. You can find him on Instagram @apoetgray.