Unheard

Emotional Abuse

 

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.

Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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