Fractured, Chained, Diseased, Shame.
Scared,
I scramble for safety.
Blinded by the misery you have caused me,
I trip and fall
Landing in the deepest, darkest pit
I have ever known.
These bruised, fractured wrists are chained to your diseased machine.
You drag me through swamps of fear and disgrace,
Filth and vomit,
Glass, blades, shame.
My skin reeks of this secret,
Yet no one notices.
You put your finger to my lip to silence me,
Then you dissolve into the night sky.
I close my wounded eyes,
I’m weak; I cry.
My tears dampen the soil,
And I sink faster.
The quiet years pass,
But it is not over.
I still remember…
I scramble for safety.
Blinded by the misery you have caused me,
I trip and fall
Landing in the deepest, darkest pit
I have ever known.
These bruised, fractured wrists are chained to your diseased machine.
You drag me through swamps of fear and disgrace,
Filth and vomit,
Glass, blades, shame.
My skin reeks of this secret,
Yet no one notices.
You put your finger to my lip to silence me,
Then you dissolve into the night sky.
I close my wounded eyes,
I’m weak; I cry.
My tears dampen the soil,
And I sink faster.
The quiet years pass,
But it is not over.
I still remember…