Blisters rub my skin,
Shed my bones,
And tear my fingernails to shreds.
Crippled into misery,
I find myself dripping…
Farther–
From the sane life I was promised
By a poisoned voice,
Singing hymns
For the gods that swish through stories.
Words that bleed with ink that
Does not bear the mark of trust-
They plucked my life;
Dangling me from the twisting beam
And yielded fear to beat my heart for the journey ahead.
I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us
I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?
I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes
Her life flashes before my eyes
intertwined with his chained heart
Her smile is present even as she breathes
blood
rats surround the alley
a few more steps
1... no no no they wouldn't do this to her
My friends are not Australia but I wish they were. Because if they were, then there would be no world where I have to save them from doom scrolling thousands of perfect bodies that a 13 year old can't and shouldn't have.
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