Day: Jul 15, 2022

Their teeth hurt me just a little,

I let the bite linger for a moment too long.

My backbone is curved, it is brittle,

But they have known this all along.

They leave red marks on my back,

Then call them self-inflicted wounds.

Some say you get what you attract,

Yet my bones feel like deflated balloons.

Their sentences hold little sense.

Nevertheless, I follow them to the end.

They burned my books, they took my pens,

Now I call this empty room my friend.

-Jackie