Covered in your hair and dirt
Grime coats the grout to a sodden colour
No windows to release the mildew
Instead it festers on the walls
And yet the cold soothes my anxiety
Tear stained and red nosed
Bloody and bleeding
Starving and scared
My ribs touch the disgusting floor
And my heartbeat becomes slow
I hear the silence
No movement outside this cell
Just my uneven breathes
Close to unconsciousness
Praying for death
The bathroom floor is so cold
So filthy and plagued
And yet the toothpaste stains
Water rings, limescale and body hair
Give me peace
This is a safe place
This is a safe place
This is a safe place
This is a safe place
This is a safe prison.
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Dog Collar
PoetryA collection of poetry. This ranges from love to abuse, nothing is pretty or perfect but wholeheartedly honest. This just a processing of life events that otherwise I couldn't explain.
