Darling, to be Perfect
Is simply not
real.
True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form.
This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl.
By, The Fairy Queen
#poetry- 13
#poembook- 2
#spokenword- 1
#10,000 reads 10/01/20
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My mind is a library After you it was An ocd's nightmare Of clutter I stuffed into the Trauma files Papers occasionally blew From the breeze of the windows I tore myself to open from the files to my feet They littered the floor & attacked my body with Pointy paper cut teeth The words of the chapter Titled police testimony 1, 2, 3 Burnt letters into my skin One by one How many had now tried to read me? The room smelt like rotting & I knew I was bleeding from within Sometimes I tidied the books & felt safe in the knowledge I had Organised you into the back Of my library mind I noticed though That the blood from all my paper cuts Stained my newly built shelves, Paper backs & hard backs With the beautiful red heart patterned covers Now with iron-brown Fingerprints How do you turn everything in here Into a damn Crime scene? I cried in the library A lot. I threw the books at the walls Praying this was platform 9 & 3/4 Wishing Dreaming They would pass through the brick Of my chest cavity Of my long term memory. They say a book full of words Is no picture screen I disagree Your face plays on loops From the files I'm too ashamed to let people read & so I Hide them At the back of my
