Her anger spilled in cruel phrases.
Posted in response to the challenge Six.
Her anger spilled in cruel phrases.
Posted in response to the challenge Six.
Look at me.
Again.
Sitting in a wreckage
I made with my own two hands.
Hours—
gone.
Dreams—
I screwed up.
Again.
Same damn wound, reopened—
blood and shame mixing,
staining every step I take.
I'm tired of putting on a show
I will learn this time.
I am stuck, really,
Silence after screaming was even worse.
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