his worriful, sorrow eyes
skin like ash and hair like cotton
his joyful smile and tender laughter
turned into sharp gasps and worriful stuttering
i stare into his deep purple eyes, thrashing around from my restraints like a wild animal
as he calmly stands behind the glass protecting him
horrified.
as he backs away, out of the room,
i begin to feel sorrow.
for the boy who used to tend to my wounds
and eased me through mom and dad fighting
and used to be the only person who cared about me in the whole world
now fears me, in all my insanity
im so sorry you had to see me like this,
big brother
YOU ARE READING
My Hallucinatory Masterpeice
PoetryAn anthropology of poems from the perspective of galatea claude, from identity v. This was written by Galatea Claude-Valden, who is an alter in a DID system.
