Day: Jan 26, 2022

I let them break me in the tiniest pieces and parts

Until every last inch of me is a bleeding shard.

I let them bend me in twists and stretch me out,

Then they ask me to smile and lose the pout.

My shoulders are heavy, and my back is weak,

I cannot fall asleep, and it has been a week.

My voice seems to get all the answers wrong,

I cannot face the journey, it is way too long.

So, I just let them drain me of the holiest blood,

And I watch as they paint the whole neighborhood.

I let them erase me and all I could have been

Until they reduce my whole life to a sin.

-Jackie