TW: Cuts/bruises/blood
six years ago, my language arts teacher taught us about future and present tense.
i never understood future tense,
and chose not to understand past tense.
five years ago, my language arts teacher yelled at me for getting a bad grade on a test.
it wasn't hard for anyone else.
i started to cry.
four years ago, my language arts teacher gave up.
i didn't understand.
.
.
.
did i want to understand?
three years ago, my language arts teacher forced me to learn.
nothing made sense.
she just told me to memorize it.
different letters swirled through my brain, making different shapes in different colors.
it hurt.
two years ago, i had to learn.
future tense made my brain ache.
cheap cigarettes and water were my only source of pain relief.
one year ago, i made a mistake.
why was the past tense so dangerous?
each word made fresh cuts on my skin, with lilac bruises to match.
what an intoxicating color pallete.
look at me now,
sitting on a blood-stained mattress,
eyes covered in a thick gloss of childish remarks and regrets,
teeth shattered and stained like an old mirror.
i can't see my reflection.
what have i become.
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