'childabuse'
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Dead or alive? I'm not sure anymore I feel heartbeat But see no blood Breathing But voices tell me I'm dead This is an illusion Somebody wake me up I can't see I can't feel I long for the sharp pain and the red blood I remember the blood dripp
Dear Mother,
At 4 years old, I asked, “Mommy why are you giving Vero my clothes”
“Mommy why won’t you pay attention to me”.
At the age of 5 ; “Mommy why did you hit me”
Dear Problem Child,
I saw what happened,I saw the fear in your eyesWhen it stopped being angerWhen it became hate
Restarted heart.
Mom, I made a poem in school today.
It went something like, “I’m going to get up and find a way”.
For once I’m gonna stop you
I won’t let
Your grimy hands
Touch and tear that beautiful face
To put darkness
In the place of bright eyes
To take the glory of that smile
Away
Black ice bites fingertips.
sharp edges, shrapnel travel up long bladed, byzanite blue fingernails.
Thin frost, covers a dandelion ring.
Her strong hands, always chilled.
