He pulls me from my


He pulls me from my body

forcing me to see the empty amphitheatre of my ribcage 

the fullest cup of me

the graveyard of nothingness held inside my skull

The smallest bones of a once shy child, now a broken woman

he makes me listen to 

the quiet rhythm of a no longer beating heart

the breathing that has long since stopped 

the deafening silence of a young girl 

that used to be an excited toddlers babble 

he makes me live through my past mistakes

Each one another one hundred pounds on my shoulders
each good only taking ten pounds off
i collapse
the weight too much
'you we're never enough' 
"you were golden '


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