The thoughts start out as whispering winds
Light blades cutting through my mind
Opening the cages where the true monsters are
Letting way for the storm that will soon follow
Now come the horrid memories I've been trying to keep at bay
Howling threats
Fist against face
Terrified pleas
Then they take it out on me
Silent cries
Bruised skin
So much pain
Outside and in
This is what happens. Day after day. This is what I'm forced to call home.
I can not wait to leave. All I want is to be gone from this hell.
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My collection of poetry and short stories
Poetry-poems -short stories -trigger warning
