At first it stings,
but there is a realization
that soon it will be over
and the burning sensation will ease.
So you hold back the tears,
and let out a laugh.
Seconds go by
and you can no longer bear the pain.
Forgetting that there are
remains, you rinse your eyes,
and your voice cuts through the the room,
just like the knife you use
to cut onions.
At first it stings,
but there is a realization
that soon it will be over.
The screaming,
The gaslighting,
The fighting,
The aching..
So I hold back my tears,
and let out a laugh.
Seconds go by
and I can no longer bear the pain.
Forgetting that we are each other,
I open my mouth,
but your voice cuts through the room,
just like the fist you use
to cut my dainted cheek.
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Fellchaser
詩歌Fellchaser /fehl-ch-acer/ A long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry its burden unable to explain it out of fear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if...
