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mymelancholysoul

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The air is tense tonight

As we pretend the world is beautiful

That the pain we share does not exist

And even though you're yelling

I still cannot hear the words

As they tear into my flesh

Like tiny razor blades.

 

I take every harsh glare

As if it were salt in an open wound

Stinging and flinching but without

Vocalizing the real pain that dwells inside

Each cruel, tormenting phrase prickling

Down my spine and ribs

Like a swift punch or kick

Because you don't have to be physical, mommy

To hurt me in the ways that you do.

 

I can feel the moonlight dancing over each

Spindle of my red hair as it spirals down

My vertebrae and protruding collar bone

The arches of my feet tipping me back and forth

In a rocking motion on the carpet of my bedroom floor

As tears roll over pale cheeks and shimmer brightly

On my crossed arms that sit atop scabbed knees.

 

I lost another war tonight

The one I fight every day of my life

That I spend with you and sadly, myself

The war against your hatred of my fair existence

And the battle ground of my bathroom

Who is the stronger force?

You?

The scale?

The mirror?

Certainly not me.

 

 

Its been awhile and I know that was really horrible.

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