⠀ you touch me and suddenly i feel a little less war torn . i’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but i think it might feel a lot like you .
⠀ will you hold my fingers and kiss my alcohol – drenched lips .ᐣ will you love my scars and scratches and my disgusting skin .ᐣ will you love my mind filled with anxiety and woe .ᐣ
⠀ will you love a monster .ᐣ
⠀“ mother .ᐣ ”
i call for her until my throat is scratched and dry , my voice is reduced to a pathetic rasp , and all i taste is the blood she regrets giving me .
⠀ my abuse isn’t poetic . it was not justice or necessary . the earth left me to die and there is no such thing as karma . the gods watched idly by as i was killed in that house and not a damn person tried to help me .
⠀prophet girl ,
chosen by the sun ,
do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words .ᐣ
⠀cursed daughter ,
uttering insanities no one believes ,
do you regret taking the vow .ᐣ
⠀ stop looking at me like that ,
⠀ with pity in your glassy eyes .
⠀ all i am to you is a tragedy , right .ᐣ
⠀ stop it .
⠀ stop fucking looking at me like that .
⠀ do you hear me .ᐣ
⠀ i’ve been quiet for years . i forgot how to communicate and hold a conversation . analyzing every sentence and how wrong it might’ve sounded . i am making others uncomfortable with my discomfort .