Unheard
Your words drip with
poison,
hypodermic insults
shot
inside my veins,
so small they
d
r
i
p,
feeding self-loathing tendencies;
killing me
Your words bruise,
each blow knocking the
fight clean out of me,
each strike
battering my bones,
s t o m p i n g on my
self-respect;
breaking me
Your words slash
razor sharp blades
splitting me open,
slicing through
my dignity,
fresh cuts scarring;
haemorrhaging
My words
fail me,
unheard,
betraying me,
nothing left.
You win,
do what you will with me.
I love your work.
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Thank you. That means a lot to me ❤
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You always have such unique structure that really highlights what you’re saying. It’s great!
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Oh wow. Thank you!
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Powerful words, but I wish there was more hope in this. *hugs*
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Thanks, Elle. Most of the time, I do have more hope. It’s just … some days, you know? ❤️
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