and i'll coat my insides
with soap
to get rid of
the dirt you left in me,
to clean myself
of your rough touch
and your ugly words;
and i'll fill my veins
with cough medicine
to burn the hateful virus
you inflicted upon me,
to eat away
the sickly scars
your sharp tongue and quick fingers
dug into me;
and i'll bathe myself in sunlight
to douse
the thick darkness
you cloaked around me,
to light a fire
in the cold cavern
you carved into
my heart
YOU ARE READING
broken bones
Poetrybecause, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy
